Some interesting food-related photography…

I hate being sick. I really hate being so sick that I miss a gig and can hardly muster the energy to get up off the couch to pee for an entire weekend… so I must say that I was genuinely elated to read a blog by one of my fiance’s blog pals, Mermaid.

Mermaid’s blog is about discovering the sites and artistic endeavors of the significant others of the blog circle. It was nice to be noticed and super cool that she dug my music. Here’s a link:

http://charleyana.wordpress.com/

Thanks again, Mermaid!

Anyway… I’m still sick and cranky, so I’m off to the couch.

Kisses,

RK

Hey y’all I’ll be singing a new song with my friend Caleb Guillotte at Carrollton Station (in the Riverbend) Saturday, August 11, 2007. The show starts at 10:00pm. Yes, I’m only singing one song, but its a really good song and I’m hoping to include it on my upcoming new CD. Be one of the first to hear it first!

Kisses,

RK

As most of us already know, Buddy Blue died on Sunday, April 2, 2006.

Way too soon… way too sudden.

If you don’t know how amazingly talented this fine fella was, then I suggest ya get out there and locate some of his music and writing… a good place to start would be www.buddyblue.com.

Buddy meant the world to me. He had passed through that threshold of friendship where a person becomes more than a friend, not logistically family, but a part of your life and your soul. Someone you think is going to be there for at least the rest of your own life.

Personally I am still grappling with even accepting his death. Debilitating anxiety attacks, insomnia and sudden crying jags are just a part of this process. The “anger stage” ain’t gonna be perty! Having never been into prescription medications, I find Xanex is my new friend.

Part of all of this is facing our own mortality. Buddy’s death at 48 makes you realize how precious and sometimes really fucking short this life can be. I know Buddy thought about death often and perhaps that’s why he was so vehemently passionate about every facet of his life: Annie and Lulu, his mom, music, writing, Moey, boxing, certain HBO programming, hot baths, feet, doodie humor, food, drink, and his friends. If you were a friend of Buddy’s, you new it… he would do anything for his friends.

My one solace is that whenever we spoke or emailed, Buddy always told me how much he loved me. He also consistently told me how uniquely talented I was. I felt he was my biggest fan. I know he knows that I feel the same way about him. I always will, because he will always be a part of me and I will always miss my friend. Its kinda scary knowing he’s not in my corner anymore… or maybe he is.
My offering to honor Buddy’s life is to never forget him or his amazing capacity to love and I’m going to do my damndest to find my passions in life again and pursue them with every inch of my being.