Art and Depravity

Some of us are having a good beginning to this New Year. I imagine most are not. I saw the same familiar faces that frequent that bar downtown. The regulars who come out to find what is needed in their souls. I am here with them, so know I am not writing with judgement. I am writing from an even more depraved station than them. I was honored tonight. Invited to watch three musicians work together and create new music for the masses. Something completely original. It is interesting, having a completely different form of thought and art; being totally lost and confused as they speak about their love. The details leave me. I know nothing about it. I watched them smile and collaborate. Watched as they pursued what brings their souls personal happiness. I may not know the proper terms, but I do know they were happy. These fantastic musicians. One I watched make love to a guitar as he played with the precision of a surgeon. One I watched as he shared new ideas for performances and his personal sound. The last, I distracted with conversation, yet he also expanded on his art. Showed his skill on decks, then with a pencil, he drew me a completely original piece of art. This town, this city of Chico. It has an uncanny ability to attract those who think. Those who care and want to build something unique. Here we are in the north of the state; surrounded by nothing but farmland and our own thoughts. I am lucky. I have met those who challenge my intellect. I have witnessed true expression here. My opinion means nothing but, this is the town of artists. The town of those who don’t conform. Hello world, we are Chico. We are fucking here and we don't care

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