What is your favorite color?
Well, it used to be burgundy, and now it forest green. I love them both, and together. The burgundy/maroon thing got out of control. It one point, my bi ass truck was that color, as was my guitar, as was my jacket and my Carhartt hat. On top of that, I was likely wearing oxblood doc martens. Now my truck is green, but everything else is a bit better balanced. Of course I love black as well, as it just goes with everything.
Here is something silly, and possibly related… the wifey’s new car is maroon. Something in closing on this issue – I hate the color red. Isn’t that weird? It’s like saying I hate Kenny Loggins**, but Loggins/Messina*** are the bomb!
If you could switch places with someone else for a day, who would that person be?
The President. Would love to know what a day in the life is like. Oooh, wait… be a rock star the day of a gig. Dave Grohl. Not just because he is a rock star, but because he seems to get life. He is always joyful and curious and appreciative. Plus, he has rad hair and beard, and rocks. I could SO live vicariously through him.
What is your very first memory?
Waking up in a cabin, we were camping somewhere. It was all foresty out, I am maybe 5 years old? It wasn’t our cabin, but some friends… no idea who. As I walked out and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, folks were sitting out in the grass among the pine trees just enjoying themselves on a perfect sunny day. John Denver’s ‘Country Road’ was playing. It was, and still remains, my happy place. It’s why I moved to Colorado. Not for the John Denver, but for the woods.
If you had three wishes, what would they be?
Have you ever wanted a pony for your birthday? If not, what has been the craziest thing you’ve ever wanted for a birthday/other celebration present?
I have two ponies, thank you. I can’t think of anything great or interesting… usual stuff. Looking back, I remember really wanting (and luckily getting) waterbed when I was a kid. Remember those? What happened to them? They were AWESOME.
Oh… wait… this is kinda related. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I got a puppy for my birthday once. Y’all remember Max, right? He was a surprise birthday present from the wifey. This was before she a wifey… and was my girlfriend. Well, once your gal gives you a Max… you know you got the right gal!
*** also understandable, but to a lesser degree