"Walking Alongside The Insanity"

I do not take credit for this quote, although using it as a blog title is completely legal. This ["walking along the insanity"] is something Paul had uttered while walking some major route, maybe 9 or 30, I can't remember that detail. The time of day could be told by the traffic as early morning commuters raced past in glory clothed caffeine motor-vation. I'm thinkin' about how much this trip has disconnected me from that sense of gaudy dedication.

Sometimes, I happen to catch my phone going off - answering it has been inconsistent. Yesterday, I was bothered by two communications. The first had been a text from my friend Steve telling my about a New York Times feature series highlighting artists who have "unplugged" themselves from technology, undoubtedly relaying details on how they [artists] manage to function. While this might make for an interesting read or a particularly appropriate promotional service (depending upon which side you're on), the contradiction inherent in its production caused me to leave the idea somewhere back on the side of some road, somewhere.
They want you to email in your experience - noone to speak with I guess. I thought, "well I'll call some guy over there right now, talk to him/her directly from the road." No dice - no phone number. You must email your submissions. Good grief.

The second came as a call answered just as we reached our destination, yesterday after an 11 mile stretch. Some agency from the Toronto area snagged my phone number and attempted to lure me towards purchasing a $180, 2x3 advertisement for a showcase we have coming up at NXNE. Poor timing, I guess. Buying a small space in a magazine, among countless other small spaces - all to advertise our music showcase among 599 other musical acts...he should've been selling sandwiches or water, for then he'd have made a genuine sale.

We are safe in Hudson, leaving today for Acton. Raianne's family has been taking good care of our weathered bodies and weary minds. Four more days until home.

m.m.

Sounds from Worcester

Listen to an entire performance of our traveling friends here:

http://www.pieandcoffee.org/

Enjoy!

Worcester

My phone just buzzed at me from the corner of my desk and inside it I found a text message from Mark Mandeville.

"We have arrived in Worcester."

That's quite an accomplishment. In fact, that's about 90 miles.

(updated by candace)

A hymnal from the road

Oh, sight held high but head down low.
And heavy from the rain the river once flowed.
Though I keep on walkin' down this damned road,
lord lighten my step, lessen my load.

- Mark Mandeville

update posted by Steve Pavao