Live from the Artists Den: Kid Rock - "Rock N Roll Jesus"

Reason, not excuse, please excuse me for the I was so into the idea I forgot your specific lyric…I’m sorry, but we’re talking years here, come on now…I can’t help myself…& with you I don’t want to. Um, the moon was collide orange shirt color last night reflecting the ID fires, but a blue moon?!?! What magic, even if only for one night now…the rest will come (please pardon the pun…couldn’t help myself again, remember the whole years and years and years thing). I can’t contain my joy at how I get to be listening to you whenever I want (& I want a lot), but I have you on my computer & right now the CD. Heaven here on earth, for sure. I love your collide photo progression with you & your guitar. I see the truth in your pictures as I hear your accompanying words. Then the hot pink (the color of mine last night) Flyin’ High harvestool (spelling? but harvastool is Norwegian lawn chair – I’m saving the shower one for another time) with your laughter, talk, & giggling where I imagine the joy sparkling from your eyes? Then again, it gets me every time, followed by Times Like These!?!? Oh, I tried to correct AskJeeves incorrect brown eyes info. Momentarily technologically challenged, but you know me. I always felt your eyes were the breathtaking heart-stopping blue you shared with me, my love; I thought I’d research confirm, but research was wrong. Thank you for listening, sweetheart, & answering my question & soothing my heart in the process. My dreams are even sweeter now. My mesmerizing blue eyed feeling I may know you as a lover & a friend Beloved, I hope you sleep well, feeling calm, peaceful , & loved & I hope you awake rested & eye twinkling happy. I love you Robert James Ritchie. You shake the earth beneath my feet. I believe in love… in the art of growing old...only with you. Ain’t nothing I won’t do for you. It’s not New Orleans, but someone here’d treat you right. Sweet Dreams, my Beloved, Sweet Dreams.

I get until 9. Yippee! One last before I head to 318. So I was thinking…this Friday, as it’s getting hotter, is the county fair balls to the wall Ravalli County Fair professional rodeo…on a full blue moon. I can’t imagine a better excuse.

I’m at the brew, but first I rocked on. Getting the car worked on, things delivered elsewhere & things picked up. Good people meeting good people. I like that. My angels are swarming around me…car fixer (possibly bikes, too), car lender & husband, Q, Orange Feathers… The most beautiful experience of rocking on as I listen to you…I cannot hold back; I sing with you, in my own voice, thank you, my love, thank you)…I took down all 318 pictures & artwork, processing happily through rocking on. The grieving process I acknowledge, tears shed (but I don’t have many anymore), & I move on, not suppressing feelings, emotions, words...but acknowledging & moving through. For the first time in a long time, I breathe deeply, fully, happily. This after finding out roommates’ ex-girlfriend(?) came into my house at some point since Sunday & this morning (some time when I wasn’t home) & took his phone again, after I’d picked it up from her at her house Sunday. Found out from car-lender for she’d received a call from her on his phone this morning. Thank God, they’d asked me to stay for dinner (yummy spaghetti) already, plus I was a bit hungry so that was good, too. I ate, even though I was visibly shaking from my discussion with no-contact order ex-girlfriend in which we discussed her illegal actions & I received a phone call after the first drama hang up saying she would return the phone shortly. I ate, rode my bike to 318 & giving Q a heads up of the return to come. He stood outside his home & was prepared to chk-chk. It’s didn’t escalate, message strongly sent, & I am protected. Not shoulder shrug but head back n forth really? Car lender & husband came to pick up their tables & such & I could give him a grinder he’d always thought about having & an electric car waxer. Guy stuff. I’m happy I could pay forward & back to them their kindness. I’m listening to All Summer Long right now. I love being an owner of your artistry. I’ve never been more proud, humbled, and honored.

I just came up for air so I wanted to say hello and continue to wish you a great day, sweetheart! I’ve been thinking of you as I’m rocking through my day. Big road construction through Stevi today and people are all huffy, well maybe not all, but a lot, so I suggest they get a Huffy or some other kind of bike because I’m breezing through on my rock on path. Thank you for your post, my love. I love your new anthem & it really keeps my goal in mind, even if I am hop, skipping and jumping my way through to the D. I need to be home. I’m off again, but I’ll talk to you as soon as I can. As I’ve mentioned, you look good in lots of colors, including collide orange, but you in blue…ok, I better go, you’re doing it to me again…your eyes…your eyes…and your smile…and… I love you!!!

So…was anything bothersome for you today, my friend? Are we talking snippets of bothersome or wow shoulder shrug really its gotta be all that bothersome bothersome? Or was it a different kind of bothersome spectrum, worthy bothersome all the way to not gonna bother? I’m amazed all over again…you created what moves my soul and body and mind and heart like this, every time I listen. Have you thought of an artist yet who, in your superior knowledge, can do what you do in your unparalleled artistry? I’m still researching; my letter written artistry statement is renewed over and over again, proven each time I listen. Thank you for being with me tonight, sweetheart. I am breathing with you the most calm and the most deeply for the first time in a long time...Good night, my love. Soft may your pillow be, limitless joy surrounding you may your soul see. I love you Robert James Ritchie. Sweet Dreams, my Beloved, Sweet Dreams.