London

This just got real. Our flights to London have been booked. Nonstop from Denver. Ought to be an interesting adventure. We'll be back.

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jobs (thus far)

paperboy
lawnmower
drum teacher
outdoor retail "expert"
missionary
server
paperboy
accounts receivable assistant
outdoor retail "expert"
college town rocker
intern
drum teacher
freelance event marketer
singer-songwriter
assistant content manager
content manager
content supervisor

The repeats aren't typos. I figure each one of these is between a paragraph or a chapter in my autobiography.

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Happy Birthday, Dad!

Born: December 3, 1955.

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Dave & Tim tix just came in the mail.

Been looking forward to these since 2001, I reckon.

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Happy Birthday to Me and a Brag about Eric

Yes, I had a birthday recently - if by recently you mean in September. But let me just back track here for a bit:

I have been working completely full time as an aide since October which has been fun, but very tiring. I would like to thank Eric for working every day with very few breaks because I know how difficult it can be. As of last week, the family I work with found someone to work a few days a week not only to give me a break, but also because Eric will be working in LONDON (temporarily), and I'll be joining him. The plan is not to move there. Just working there as needed. Louisville, CO is still our primary home. :)

CP+B is in the process of expanding their satellite office in London to make it a full time shop. They could hire whomever they want to work there, but they want some of the "Crispin Culture" to be in the London office, and since Eric speaks German and has lived in Europe, he was a perfect candidate for the job.Along with the London news, Eric was put onto a new account (Milka chocolate), Eric was also promoted about two weeks ago! I am so proud of him! Not to mention he is just as handsome as ever.
I had quite the birthday day back in September. People thought I was a bit crazy, but I wanted to make my own cake (pictured below). It was a delicious Pineapple angel food cake and I dried out some pineapple slices to put on top - excellent choice - I am making it every year.
Right after I was done whipping the batter though, the power went out. I totally freaked out because I was afraid that I was not going to be able to make my fantastic cake, but an hour later the power was back on and my lovely cake as done just in time. Also, I had to shower in the dark and couldn't blow dry my hair so it's a bit unkempt.

Eric hat hunger.

Blowing out the candles.

The part that I loved most about my birthday though, was just being with my friends.

Friend Emily


Friends Tanaya, Breanne, me, Emily, and Kristen (Friend Natalie had to leave early).

Dad, a year later.

It's been a year since my dad died unexpectedly in a motorcycle accident. This time last year I was in Doylestown, PA, sitting at my parents' kitchen table after a last minute flight to Philly, reading my dad's will (he was a prepared guy like that) and sobbing. Feeling emotions that were totally new to me.

I got a little too nostalgic a couple times at work yesterday, just reading others' thoughts about him and browsing photos. Good thing I have an office so I could close the door for a couple minutes.

Friday and today, my whole family went out to Chinese food and visited our respective local temples in Denver (Jaime and me), Detroit (Daniel and Francesca), San Antonio (Jonathan and Andrea) and Manhattan (my mom and Ian). It's been great focusing on his legacy and all my memories. Some of my friends ask if I need to distract myself during this time so it won't be so hard. I don't think of it that way. If I made an effort to avoid the photos, the chinese, the memories and the talks about him, I would be missing out on all these feelings. Yes, it's difficult. Yes, most of the emotions are based in sadness, missing him, being sad for my mom and my 17 year old brother Ian who is still at home without his awesome dad. But it also helps me feel close to him. Remembering him and shedding a few tears, feeling a little wimpy and such, is much better than trying to avoid remembering him.

In a nutshell, I'm just grateful that I have a dad worth remembering so much. That's what it comes down to.

I miss him a lot. I haven't heard his voice in a long time. I don't have any videos of him, or saved voice mails or anything. My sister in law Francesca saved this last voice mail she got from him just over a year ago and she put it on her blog. Listening to it just now knocked me over. Thank you, Francesca. This might not mean much to you, but I'm embedding it here so I can get back to it easily. Even though this was just another phone call for him, the love in his voice captures who he was.
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The last song I wrote before finishing up my latest EP The Thin of Thick Things was "Mourning is Love." It's a simple but heartfelt representation of how I've felt over the last year. I chose a blues structure for obvious reasons, but overall, the message is positive. You can listen to it here:

I hate painting, but I love my wife

This was my belated anniversary gift to Jaime. It may look simple, but it took me way too long 'cause I'm a really lousy painter. Back in school , I had to take a Design & Color class primarily with acrylic paints, as part of my Graphic Design minor. It was the first time I'd ever tried to use a paintbrush as a tool for art or design. It felt like trying to speak a very foreign language.

Anyway, the words are a mash-up of two Ray Lamontagne songs we like. "Shelter" was our wedding song, and "Jolene" has the line:

A man needs something he can hold on to
a nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
either one of them things will do

Every now and then I feel like I need a nine-pound hammer, but then I wake up and realize I have Jaime. She's much better (for me).

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fall

Saturday fall walk with annie.

Sent from my thumbs.

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Thankful

I had one of those random fits of gratitude today. I was at work, sitting at my desk, thinking about the great song I was listening to, which led me to think about how I was glad I had my good hi-def headphones at work, which led to being grateful that I have a good job and a job where I could sit there in my office and jam with headphones on and nobody thought i was a reclusive hermit.

I'm not waiting for Thanksgiving this year. Here's a partial list of things I'm grateful for.

Jaime. If you know her, 'nuff said. If you don't, your loss.
Annie. Ruff. Love this dog. Sometimes I think about how old I'll be when she reaches the end of her great life and I get a little lump in my throat.
My house we bought last year. Something to customize and call our own.
The chance to make music and share it with others that actually, somehow, miraculously like it. I spent 3 days last week at a big Songwriter's Expo and it had my head spinning in so many excited, creative, adventurous directions. I'm not just grateful for music. I'm grateful I found an outlet that allows me to dive in and toy with the craft of making it myself, from scratch.
Truth that provides perspective, both short term and eternal. I'm also grateful for the occasional swift and sometimes subtle kick in the pants to pay attention to it.
An amazing family. Brothers that make me look like "that one" and parents to envy like no other. It gives me hope that my kids might be okay, despite their dad.
Living in this plot of Colorado. I remember having big Northern California home-pride when I first went away to school out of state. Colorado caught me off guard. Don't tell everyone, though. Let them keep thinking it's "middle America" and we'll keep it to ourselves. There's a line in my song "Flannel Shirts and Boat Shoes" that sums it up pretty much: "I could not foreshadow here in Colorado." Another line in "Easiness" from my first album where I sang about looking forward to leaving Miami and laying down roots in Boulder: "We'll climb above this mess, where the airs thin, i'll fall into you, with easiness."
Reed's Premium Ginger Brew. Try it, ice cold.
My day job. The exciting new prospects and projects I've been asked to work on at work. Keeping me on my toes and then some. Some songwriter/artists may lament that they need a day job at all. I'm just grateful that mine is cutting edge and surrounded by creative geniuses. Thank goodness for that. Rather than lament that I need a day job, I'm just grateful that one of my biggest hobbies pretty much pays for itself, and fools listeners into not thinking I have another job. How fun is that?

That's all for now. I'm also grateful for 30Rock, so I'm going to go watch it OnDemand now. 'Til Turkey Day, To be continued.
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Eric Stoltz was Marty McFly?!

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