The First Cup
In my old life, I had some good friends that I would meet with for coffee before work every Wednesday morning. The initial purpose of the meeting was to be a forum for us to discuss, collaborate, and encourage one another in our different artistic endeavors. We were artists of various forms: musicians, writers, photographers, philosophers. The other thing that we had in common was that we were all Christians. Christians and artists living in a place where being either of those things placed you out on the fringes of society. This fact helped to make our bonds grow stronger. Slowly the group evolved from our original high minded idea of artistic discourse to a group of good friends who really enjoyed talking about the strange journeys that we all found ourselves on. Some weeks we would still talk about our art, others we would talk about the more mundane details of our lives. Either way, it grew to become one of the most treasured times in my week.
Last fall I got a new job, packed my bags, and left that life far behind. I know that I will never have what I used to have in the days of Wednesday Morning Coffee. One thing life has taught me is that good things come and go, and you must enjoy them while you have them because they cannot last forever. I look forward to all of the new and exciting things to come in my life.
The end of the Wednesday Morning Coffee meetings has left a gap in my life. I still have thoughts and ideas running through my head. And an overwhelming desire to get those ideas out into the open where others can relate (or not) to them. And so, after being obsessed with the blogs of some of my old friends since moving away, I have decided to create this space. This web log has no real scope, just a place where I can share my thoughts and my life with my many friends who are now scattered all over this small world. I plan on publishing a new post every Wednesday Morning as I drink a cup of hot coffee. I hope all of you, my friends old and new, will check in and comment and thus keep alive the spirit of the old Wednesday Morning Coffee.
JE
14 Comments:
It must be some kind of blogging faux pas to be the first one to comment on your own post, but I'm just curious to see if this thing works. It says "This blog does not allow anonymous comments" below. I will fix it so anyone can post. That is all for now.
JE
So you're blogging to yourself? Ah, it's alright Johnny. One of us always got to the coffee shop first and sat alone for a few minutes (and it was usually you). But eventually everyone showed up!
- j
Jay! I think you were usually next to arrive. I liked to be the first one there, that way no one was there to see me spill my coffee as I walked up the stairs. What the hell are you doing up at this time of the morning? It must be 6AM in Nashvegas!?
JE
very glad i was invited to the pre-release party. also glad to be linked... the world is smaller with blogs, even when good friends move to such foreign places such as england, scotland and houston.
Nice first blog. Your profile makes me sound like some exotic indian. Alas...
Thrilled to be the first woman to witness you blogging your brains out and look forward to more wednesday morning coffee blogs, especially since I won't have to drag myself out of bed and face all of the boyfriends. ;)
k
johnny e. - great idea, this blog thing. yeah, you spilling your coffee up the stairs - having a tick you can do nothing about isn't an easy thing. we miss you here in the "mistake" city. i now have a tuesday morning coffee with 3 other songwriters. but i'm jealous of your blog-tivity.
OK, I want it to be known that I was going to post when the only post was yours.... but I was at work... and I fear the wrath of the man..... so now I'm the 7th post....nonetheless... glad to see your blogging... There's a really great store here called Spec's and they carry cases of Samuel Smith's Taddy Porter... it's a beautiful thing.
hey groovy - just curious, why "mistake" city. I never saw it that way.
JE
mmmmmm...cases of Samuel Smith's Taddy Porter. A really good English porter, and it is probably cheaper in Texas than it is in England. Thanks for checking in Jake.
John
Nice going, Elliots. I look forward to keeping up with your lives on the island, the stories about your dogs beginning to bark in a Cockney accent, etc.
Baked beans for breakfast, anyone?
I'm late, but I'm here. Still not afraid of using a wooden stir stick. Great Blog title. Memories abound. Honored by the link to my sight. Wish you'd been here to mix my first ever radio jingle. A parody of "California Sun". Groovy will lend vocals on 2 Beach Boys tunes upcoming. Hope my old Novara keeps you on the road this spring.
Blessings.
-Andy
Ah...Wednesday morning coffee. The joy of which was surpassed only by Wednesday morning sleeping in. The truth is, though I often had trouble rousting myself out of slumber and lethargy, those mornings were pretty dang good times. Pretty dang good people to drink coffee with. And let's not fail to remember the beer.
Ah, yes, the beer...
Luke - just like the old days, you are the last to arrive, but there was always a little extra celebration on the days that you showed up.
JE
i have a friend who calls slc "salt mistake city" - that's all. i was just referencing random, unknown sources to support my foundation-less, biased, meandoring opinion. i actually find it home enough now to be looking for a house to purchase!! yeah, i know - insane - the groove in a home of his own. yet, in usual fashion, i change my mind daily. in the words of the greatest theme song a sitcom ever had, "making your way in the world today takes everything you've got. taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot. wouldn't you like to get away. . . (and avoid the purchase of a new home . . . find a new (fill in the blank) . . . change - my greatest asset and my immortal enemy.
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