Monday January 19 2015

Mom and I at Chicho's (January 19 2015) (2)[i]

Waking up at 11 a.m.

Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.

Organizing. Trimming the beard. Practicing songs for the show tonight.


Off to the storage unit to retrieve music gear. I recall the owner of the place informing me of a water leakage above my unit. Unfortunately, I discover some wet cords and splatter on some valuables. But it's not too bad.

Back home. My mom happily makes me a salad while I do a light workout in the living room.

Mixed Greens Salad with Tomatoes, Carrots, Almonds, Cranberries, and Hard Boiled Egg. Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese. Green Tea.

Teaching lessons at Music Makers.

Then, straight to Chicho's on 29th and Pacific for the gig. Mike Gombas is already serenading us with familiar covers and originals on the acoustic guitar. At the bar with Elliott having a shot of whiskey. My old high school friend Mike Joyner shows up too. I get on for my performance doing the usuals with Ana by my side halfway through. Then, at the end I invite my mom to the stage...

Me: "Alright everyone. I've got a very special person in the house tonight. The lady who birthed me is here with us. C'mon up here, mom!"

This is a cherished moment for me. She leads us in Helen Reddy's "Keep On Singing". We only got to practice a couple times and, considering she hasn't performed/sung like this a long time, we pull it off quite well.

Ana and I at Chicho's (January 19 2015)

Mom and I at Chicho's (January 19 2015) (1)

Eating a couple slices of Pizza afterwards and chatting with everyone about the show.

Back home I show mom how I've been making almond milk from scratch while Ana bakes cookies.

While Ana lies in bed and I sit in the computer chair we get lost on tangents and can't seem to stop talking about anything and everything. At one point I have to say, "Okay, we have to stop otherwise we'll never go to sleep."

At 3 a.m. the smoke alarm goes off and what reason other than, "Oh, it's Kevin cooking downstairs." He always seems to cause the smoke alarm to go off when he cooks cause he treats the kitchen like an outside grill or something. When I come downstairs to investigate he mocks himself, "Its just Kevin burning down the house at 3 a.m.!"

[i] Images by me.

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