Exclusive, Misc, Music, Real Life - Thursday, September 18, 2008 0:01 - 15 Comments

The Luv Bugz “Guadalupe”

Artwork

Today marks a year.

For those of you that know me on a personal level—like outside of music or design or blogging, might be able to attest that the last year knowing and interacting with me has probably been a frustrating and near impossible thing to do. Mood swings, lost inspiration, designers’ block, sparse communication, perhaps even mild to flagrant disinterest in just about everything; including you. For the most part, I’m sorry.

If you grew up in south Texas, or live there now, you’ve probably gone or thought about going or know someone that’s gone to the Guadalupe River. I never thought much of it as a teen. I remember when I first moved to Texas from Basingstoke, England, that I was invited to a birthday party of a girl I met through some friends at my new junior high school. She lived in New Braunfels and had a party at her house, which opened up on to the river. I couldn’t, and still cannot, swim, so I didn’t have very much fun, but it was nice to be asked to tag a long. I never returned to the Guadalupe River, never had a reason to since I can’t swim, yet friends of mine went every summer. Some even worked at one of the world’s largest, if not the world’s largest, water park called Schlitterbahn. I didn’t drink back then either, but people and friends I knew would go out to the river and tube and drink beer and relax. If not the Guadalupe, the Comal River or Canyon Lake.

Continue…