old friends die hard

this past weekend, a couple old musician buddies were playing a gig nearby, and asked to
stay at my house rather than make the hour drive back home. these are good friends;
i have spent many nights staying up with them after hours...often all night. like any
good actor will tell you, after 5 hours of performing, you are"up" and very high on the
endorphins released by entertaining the crowd; going right to bed is an impossibility.
i woke up @ 5 AM and found them playing old songs. their guitar and fiddle and
smalltalk had been politely quiet. Once again i was in a past place that felt like home,
so i settled in to sing harmony, and socialize.

i love to sing and they swear they love me singing...i found my confidence has not atrophied, at least with these guys, and we did everything from 'my girl'-'you win again'-'rollin in my sweet baby's arms' to 'brown-eyed girl'-'fire on the mountain'- 'drift away'-' i saw the light'- 'watchtower' and 'knockin' on heaven's door'-' islands in the stream' and 'take it easy'.
whatever one of us began, we all fell into song.
cigarettes and beer are part of their world....and so very not part of mine.
but the joy of singing harmony again, plus the "old-times-sake"
familiar feelings, carried me away until the morning light.

this is the time of day that begins mine, and ends a musician's all-nighter. i began to
see how drunk and out-of-it they both were, as i picked up the many many beercans
and emptied overflowing ashtrays. first one, than the other gave up. one took over
the spare bedroom and the other my couch. immediately i opened the windows wide and let
fresh air clean the stagnant room....

i began to notice how toxic the atmosphere seemed to be in my house.
although i love them both, and the singing was the most fun i'd had in awhile
i was truly ready for them to leave. i cannot imagine a life that is so overwhelmingly
full of self-destructive behavior-- every weekend, year after year after year.
these men have been playing the professional music scene since their 20's. now
they are both early 60's.. both look older, and so much worse for the wear and tear
on their bodies. they are riding in the fast lane towards an early end. i worry
about them both. diabetes/heart problems/ulcers/emphysema, take your pick.

as the morning went on, the uncomfortable energy became more apparent to me.
i realized again how toxic that behavior was for me, and why i stopped hangin' with
the band, and why i left it behind. although i'm neither a drinker or smoker, energy sticks.
this song describes it well: "dim lights, thick smoke, and loud loud music"...
i dont want to participate in that reality, even for a night.
( actually an early evening might be ok, but not the inevitable all-nighter)
it is a sad thing-- as entertainers , they make us feel good, but the true effect on
their own lives is pure poison.
proximity breeds bad habits, and bad energy, which in turn
feed on and encourage eachother. a vicious circle for sure.

i really love these men, but after they drank their coffee and hit the road
( early afternoon) i felt the need to "clean" my whole house. it seemed they left
some foul miasma behind...even the smell of heavy cig smoke was a reminder.
i opened every window and door in the house.
i walked around burning incense, and asking that that energy leave my house.
AND, i was praying for them with every step. although it is the path that they
have chosen, they are well past the "die young-stay pretty" time in their lives.
i will always wish them well: old habits and old friends die hard.
vty, J-lea