Dedicated

I rarely make it out to see live music these days. It's like something in me switched between age 29 and 30 and the rock venue stopped being my church and the show stopped being my sermon.

But on Tuesday, I did my favorite stroll from the Castro to the Mission, noting what's changed and what's stayed the same, on my way to a quick bite and then a to long needed "communion."

That's what live music used to be like for me! People (friends and some familiar faces) rejoicing in sounds that uplift the spirit, singing in unison, and letting the spirit move our dancing feet!

Scrabbel played an amazing set with their new drummer. And while I didn't feel the spirit move through me like it did in the ol' days, my bad day *did* brighten when they dedicated California Plates(mp3) to me.

Yes, the ground below me feels shaky, but maybe that means it's time to dance.