Travelin' N. Florida

Living on the road my friend was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron and your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye and sank into your dreams - Townes Van Zandt

Bleu Voodoo is home. Wore out, rode hard and put up wet. After a 4 1/2 month tour of north Florida, it’s time to unwind, decompress, rest and relax. My travels have taken me to places that were surreal, at times I thought I must be on a movie set but I wasn’t; I was in a swamp and it was a blast! As previously blogged, the experience has inspired BV to write and record some great new songs for the upcoming CD. But enough about that; the afore mentioned travels took us to the grave sites of Alan Collins, Leon Wilkeson, and Ronnie Van Zandt near Jacksonville. It was oddly unplanned and oddly unexpected in a sense of closure; healing a scar that was not recognized for more than 30 years.

In the same vane, I was reading the book, “Skydog” by Randy Poe, which by the way is a must read if you’re a Duane Allman fan. The Allmans spent a major part of their childhood in and around Daytona Beach. The book stated that their mother had a house at 100 Van Ave., Daytona Beach, FL. As if the universe reacting to my reminiscent energy, I later wound up in Daytona Beach on an unrelated gig. While killing time one day, I took a lazy daydream filled drive on A1A and remembered the Duane Allman story. I was able to find the house and it wasn’t hard to image Duane tearing up the neighborhood with his motorcycle or Greg and he hanging around. Again, it was some strange connection that has since elevated my spirit to a new plane.

Peace out