buddy horse(!)
AC crashed out last night and we were on repair tech call watch from 0800 on so, while I usually make it a point to not have my phone with me on my run, today I did. Fortunately that means I a.) snapped a picture of and b.) get to write something about Buddy Horse, Buddy Horse being a recent arrival, the engine of an Amish family who moved into a house that once had Joy, the coon hound whom I returned home a number of times, as its guard.
Now that we’ve become acquainted, Buddy Horse runs alongside me as I pass his pasture most mornings, between OCD pacings on his loop and indulging in some hay; I often get a happy nod when I call out, BUDDY HORSE! – and yes, if I drive past him I shout it from the trucklet. Drive by BUDDY HORSE-ing.
Note: might check with his humans if it’s ok if I give him the herding ball I bought Kirby that’s way too big for the backyard and for Kirby, give him something to do, another repetitive task to add to his Buddy Horse OCD oeuvre.
drumming_2026sep02
drumming reclamation continues in tandem with the unfuckification of my brain from the erstwhile days of institutional music training and familial breakdown. Biggest shift has been moving over fully to traditional grip (burning my hand during shed play-time made it a necessity that I kept through the healing and to now): I feel like I feel the rhythms more, that I’m capable of turning off the brain more than with the matched grip (and don’t get me started on using timpani/french grip on drumset; more power to you if you can control the fucking things). Also switched from the electric Roland V7 practice kit to my Tama Cocktail Jam kit with practice pads (her name is, naturally, Kitty): have to learn its feel to express myself best – and continue learning how to do toe-down bass drumming since Kitty doesn’t allow for heel-toe positioning. Getting there, working my way through STICK CONTROL (single stroke roll section, presently) in The Shed and NEW BREED on Kitty. Only slightly dreading left-handed ride playing but I’m sure it’ll come to me once a few hundred sticks go flying into the void.
returning
Returning with a goal to make this space part of my writing practice again / to make regular writing a part of my practice again: only way I know how to do so is by writing something on a regular schedule – and with the original 10 minute timer that made them work in the first place, all those years back when I started this space just for that purpose.
In a perfect world, these (daily, I hope) posts will be useful both to myself and to the three of you that might read them on a regular basis; this is, however, clearly not a perfect world. Will have to settle with what I can control, that being their utility to me.
But if you enjoy them, all the better.
