William in Taos

William in Taos:  June 7–8

I will be traveling to Chicago in June for my 50th High School Reunion!

The Second Chance

Good morning Taos! Blessings to you and yours and welcome to the Second Coming of The Second Chance. Those of you who witnessed the web page of yore, Second Chance was the name of the only band I ever played in, but it also signified a change.

The Second Chance is Will’s message after a heart attack 2 years ago, a second chance to look at your life.

Also a second chance to write, play music, to reevaluate what is important in the here and now.

I am a frustrated writer as well as a non working actor and musician, but I am still traveling to Taos with Shears to keep connections and make moolah.

I am a horrible businessman who relies on Fantasy and Luck to keep his Biz going, and by the Grace of god and Y’all, it basically still is, going, barely.

I am trying.

This time with the help of a wonderful graphic designer Jules who is attempting to create a web page for me, get it off the ground and running.

If I am hoping to continue my forays into Taos, I need to be more communicative. Duh.

My biz has shrunk since last year, I was tired, I wanted something different so I switched to once a month, I thank you guys who have hung in there with me, I apologize and miss those of you who have moved on.

We are almost halfway through this year and I need to make a Change.

Will2Salone will be a source for me to be creative with a blog, maybe a Video Source or even that YouTube Podcast I have been threatening.

Most important, it will be a Source for you to consult exactly when William will be in Taos. 

What a concept huh?

Hopefully it will also be a conduit for You to share your thoughts, to connect and share your pictures, stories, videos, anything to participate in The Salone.

Here we go Folks! 

Love,

Blessings!

Confidence

Confidence is a crazy thing.

I am not shy, after moving to the suburbs in junior high, I shifted from being the Fat Kid in grade school to the Jock Hawaiian Kid in high school.

But I was lazy and liked girls, or sex, whichever. Spoiler Alert, Life Theme.

By senior year I wasn’t starting anymore so I quit sports and went out for the Musical Revue and later acted in an improv group, hey it was the 70’s and Saturday Night was hot, I had a blast!

My parents meant well, but the Arts were not about making a living so I became a Hair Stylist.

If I had any confidence I would have pursued music or acting. But I didn’t.

Life took over. I became a dad – wonderful! Got married- yeeha!

And watched as my American Dream dissolved into cancer, hospitals and Death.

Sucked!

I spent my life filling The Void. I grew up in the 60’s in a loving God fearing home to parents with a host of foibles and belief structures to be reckoned with as an adult, but normal, you know, average.

That empty Pit at the base of the stomach, the black hole of emotions, or lack of emotions where Life Force is swallowed whole and the empty essence is assuaged with the love of a woman, the thrill of a purchase, the hit of a pipe…thank God I am Asian and not enzymatic to alcohol or I would be dead by now. Guaranteed.

Seriously, after years of therapy, reading and reflection, I blame being an Incubator Baby in the late 50’s.

After losing Maria, to forsake a depression, more forestall; I fell in love and moved from Chicago to Taos to raise my Boys.

Instead I perpetuated another life choice that ended in divorce and depression.

I persevered, unlike my suicidal younger son, I have never really considered that as a choice.

I’d rather stick around and make those around me miserable.

I have been mainly single these last few years much to the luck of women everywhere.

I am still trying to fill that Void, to piece together a happiness that seemed temporary, fleeting for most of my life. Hopefully I now have experience to inform me.

I raised Wyatt and Quinn to follow their Bliss, 20 years of Taos mind you, my kids weren’t from Chicago anymore.

They are attempting to find career gigs, in their late 20’s early 30’s, both writing music and doing their Art, both raising my beautiful grandkids and fretting about the future.

It is their Time.

I, am trying to be a Kid again.

I have earned the right to be a Character in my old age.

I am Aging to Saging and I am thankful for a Heart Attack, a Second Chance

I have been reintroduced to myself in a way. 

This year, no more Vans. I don’t need to entertain the fear and drive around with my HOME.

This year, Therapy and a Coupe!

And a guitar!

That kid that had a guitar and camera grafted to his wrist, well, that was part affectation and part necessity.

I have been exploring my treasure trove of a cassette album, The Bathroom Tapes, recorded at nights as the Kids slept, keeping the oral tradition alive.

I am writing again. Gulp. I write that and feel pressure to actually put it out there in The Uni and all.

I have not been able to sustain playing in any form forever.

That’s where the Therapy comes in I guess.

I have been infatuated with my past, re-experiencing my creations in a different light of experience and wisdom. That’s the Saging

Life has given me plenty to write about, yeah, thanks!

I am processing having a heart attack and how that impacts my conscious and sub choices, but as of this reflection I am happy and proud of my discoveries, they represent The Journey.

I look froward to fleshing out and finishing these homages to my life, 

in The Salone!

I have been fearless with my Acting, and totally skeeved with my music.

Over the last 20 years or so I have attended open mics.

Infrequently at best.

Once I’m in front of the mic, I’m a performer, I respond accordingly and to positive response.

But getting me there…it’s always something.

Confidence.

Oh here’s something, I spent the whole year relearning how to sing after getting dentures 2 summers ago. Aging.

Yeah, that’s a trip. 

Who knew how flexible the palate is?!

I can only keep putting one moccasin in front of the other, and folks, let’s just be nice to each other!

Blessings y’all, you are beautiful!

William

My son Quinn and I are coming together after years of strife and Bruce’s book inspired me to write Quinn

Sins of the Father

I think I’m finally ready to listen
To your story, how I listen to strangers
and clients
With an open heart and clean slate
It’s more about boundaries and respect, and pride,
Which I saw as your struggle, but really it was mine
I’m admittedly tired, claiming age, but in reality
it’s from making the same choices, for far too long,
knowing the consequences.
And not caring.
So, I am journeying. Stumbling really.
In wonder and regret, traveling known paths with new eyes, and
hopefully, ponderously, right through Billy, to Dad, and through William/me, to you my son.
Let’s s be brave and graceful and Begin Together
I see myself in you so, the passion, the pain, the longing,
the fire of creating and of shining.
I’m forgiving me.
I’m forgiving the Me I see in You. All my journey, totally.
I just want to love you Quinn.
Blessings my son