Optimistic Thought

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I have a confession to make. The Grateful Dead was not my first jam band. No. Back in the last century, in the early 1990s, I had a wonderful (until he dumped me) boyfriend who played the harmonica. He introduced me to Blues Traveler.

Honestly, I didn’t even know they were a jam band. I didn’t even know what a jam band was. But recently I rediscovered the Blues Traveler of my early adulthood youth and realized…yep…jam band. I guess I’ve been a hippie for a long time.

Travelers And Thieves (Colored Vinyl)

I even saw the band perform at least three times. (My memory is a little fuzzy.) That’s not quite being on tour, but the only other band I’ve seen play more than once is Further.

My favorite Blues Traveler song (still) is “Optimistic Thought.” These are my favorite lyrics from the song:

Life I embrace you
I shall honor and disgrace you
Please forgive if I replace you
You see I’m going through some pain

But now I see clearly
And the dawn is coming nearly
And though I’m human and it’s early
I swear I’ll never forget again

The upbeat tempo and fab harmonica playing of John Popper are awesome as well.

Here’s a video of a (super fast) live performance of this song for your listening and viewing pleasure:

About Blaize Sun

I live in my van, which makes me a rubber tramp. I like to see places I’ve never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again.

I like to play with color. I make collages and hemp jewelry and cheerful winter hats. I take photographs and (sometimes, not in a long time) write poetry. All of those things make me an artist.

Although I like to spread joy and to make people laugh, my wit can be sharp. I try to stay positives in all situations, to find the goodness in all people. But I often feel compelled to point out bullshit when I smell it.

I like to have fun, to dance, to eat yummy food, to sit by a fire and share stories. I want to know what people hold dear and important, not just make surface small talk.

This blog is a way for me to share stories. This blog is made up of my stories, rants, and observations, as well as my photographs.

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  1. Oh Blaize, when those boys were in high school, one of them (the drummer?) lived next door to me. I saw Popper everyday after school come over and they practised till 11pm (noise curfew). They never missed a day. As good as they were I was always glad for 11pm. Makes me smile. Love, M

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