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Song of the day: "Make You Feel My Love", Bob Dylan
This trip has been life changing for me. From armadillo hunting to skinny dipping, Tulsa to Hot Springs, I've found myself in new situations and new country I've never experienced before. Whether my magic carpet has been a 2001 ford escape or a four wheeler, always with my faithful 6 string Yamaha and one incredible man by my side, I've now realized that my life will never be the same. It's like drinking Brian Snyder's cappuccinos.. Once you've tried it, your standards raise. You've tasted the best, the cream of the crop, the best life has to offer.. Mine eyes hath now been opened. Oprah makes thousands of dollars talking about living our best life. Magazines thrive on giving advice about how to do it. Working out a certain way, buying this new pair of shoes, best tactics with which to please our significant other.. We all want to be happy. We all want our best life. In the beautiful, rugged hills of Flint Ridge, Oklahoma, I realized I have found it.. I've never been so happy, so content- and simultaneously wholeheartedly excited about what the future holds. I feel more myself than I ever have.. Being with someone who not only accepts me but loves me completely has given me freedom from the anxiety and loneliness that has always seemed to follow me.. I miss my family and friends like crazy but I know when I do come home, I will be a better friend, daughter, sister, musician, and source of love. It's not a money making idea. In fact, it's a rare and treasured blessing. I know things like this don't come along every day. I'm not working out, just doing fun things, exploring Chris, my heart, and this incredible land. I can't remember the last time I ate ice cream or drank good- I mean, Good- beer without planning on cutting calories the next day. I'm happy in my sundresses and cowgirl boots. He tells me I'm beautiful without makeup and I believe him. Thank you, Chris Snyder, for the gentleness in how you handle my heart. I am humbled and grateful for your friendship, encouragement, and love. I have been in numerous relationships and I tried to fit every one into the box that was my Love Story. I knew it would happen eventually and I was impatient. Although the thought crossed my mind that I wish I would have waited, I now know my path was what it was for a reason. It led me here. Be patient. Know that good will come. May you all feel as blessed as I do. Love, peace, and capos, xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Nici P.S. Chris says hi :)
Song: "Meet Me In The Morning", Bob Dylan
It's weird to think that we played at Shanghi Bistro in Stillwater, MN last night and now, at 8:43 am, we just passed Peculiar, Missouri.. The wind is whipping, piles of bug guts on the windshield, and here I am-my butt is numb, my hair is a mess, and I'm sitting next to a gorgeous man who's been driving south for approximately 8 hours straight. You need to see Chris Snyder on his special caffeine cocktail. Im not allowed to disclose the ingredients but I assure you, its perfectly legal. Do I know that I am lucky to be sitting next to Superman? Let's just say I'm pretty blown away by such a special and entertaining soul... You know, when it's been this long and you ask him to roll his window up and he doesn't scream profanities, it's a pretty good match! We came up with a new word: Handlemabar mustache: a trucker mustache with extra curly q's for added poking or gripping power. Chris is working on his. I am not.
( Sorry, had to take a quick break so Chris and I could practice our New York accents: "Some tool box from New Jersey stole my hubcaps!")
Did you know? Chris' favorite food is bacon.. "Is that Pork Smith?" "You mean, Fort Smith? " My rear only falls asleep on one side.
Little poetry from the road: (betcha can't guess who this is about..)
Boots on the dash, rain on the roof My baby's beside me, he's living proof That above the clouds and above the storm Theres a God moving, tryin' to keep us warm
Full of joy, full of sun He's my love, he's my one I've searched this whole world round Just when I gave up that this could be found I heard his voice I had no choice But to lay down my heart
One last little thing before we sign off- Note to Self: Check bathroom situation before ordering fast food.. Chris was about halfway through his first breakfast sandwich when he realized the only bathroom available to the employees was a porta potty (a rather unpleasant experience for anyone, as I'm sure you know.) The second breakfast sandwich ended up in the garbage.
We finally made it to Flint Ridge and wow... What a beautiful place.. Chris' parents are absolutely wonderful- so kind. I feel like I'm in heaven :) Chris drove the whole way- he said the last 30 miles were the hardest but after sleeping for 16 hrs or so, we're again ready to rock and roll!
Much love to all of you! Buckle up, buttercup :) Peace, love, and bug guts xoxoxoxo Fireflies unite!
Penned by Nici Peper Nici Peper and Chris Snyder
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it's becoming more and more apparent to me how doing music has its own dark side- what is that quote - the music business is like an alley at night filled with people waiting to jump you.. and then it has a dark side... - something like that? Music is such a beautiful, power thing- it's a shame that it can be so driven by money and sex! I can't count the number of promises that have been made to me, only to have some negative, underhanded motive.. and that breaks my heart.. many musicians just want to play and be able to eat and pay their bills at the same time but it's easy to be taken advantage of when you want something so badly.... but on the otherhand.. to be able to be a part of something that anyone on the planet could potentially connect with blows my mind... I hope to give the gift of heartfelt music to as many people I can- while hopefully keeping my heart somewhat intact :) peace and love to you all- may you feel the sunshine today xoxo
Whoa! Okay. First blog entry: "I am ill". I think Johnny Cash is mad at me- or messing with me- I would totally prefer the latter.. Every time I cover "Folsom Prison" something happens- like my nail falls off, or my microphone goes limp... And now I got sick enough to have to cancel a gig (last night) on His Birthday.... hmmm.