I logged on the site this morning, as I do a few times a day, and read a story that made my heart sink.
Back in 99 I worked the twilight shift at UPS unloading trucks. When that job knocked off I would catch the bus to Rainbow foods on Broadway to cashier overnights. That late night crew was some wild cats but it was actually a fun job. There wasn’t many customers between the hours of 4 and 6 AM and I would stand at my station and write songs. I actually wrote most of Rites Of Passage at that job.
The stock manager was a dude named Travis. We were around the same age and both had young families. He was a real good dude but we didn’t keep in touch when I left the gig. It’s been a few years and I ran into him at Soundset. That was such a hectic day and we didn’t really get to catch up. Yesterday he posted this…
That is heavy. As most things however there is more then one silver lining. My feline and music have been the only constants in my life. I don’t know, words just are not coming to me. Deep, humbling, sad, and thought provoking.
yo BrotherAli thanks for the blog. Life has been tough since those days but I’m getting through. I’ve been blessed with two beautiful little girls that remind me on a daily basis of how beautiful their mom was. God is good. And I’m sooooo proud to see that your dreams are coming true. It’s good to see a brother make it. Take it easy and I’ll see you at your mpls. show, I bought early release tickets the day they were released. I still remember your first show. Wasn’t it in the back of some coffee shop downtown? Anyway that night is a good memory. But that’s another story…..