The Yoga of Experience: Love Letter to The Resentments

I am a student of the Law of Attraction. I definitely don’t believe in coincidences anymore; everything that happens (or doesn’t happen) has a reason and a purpose, and is revealed to me (or not) because of my own doing (or not doing). And thanks to my studies this year, I’ve learned more about myself and the world I live in during the past 5 months than I had the last 5 years combined.

There are lots of paths that ultimately lead to the same place; it’s just a matter of finding one whose scenery you like, and whose winding, often less than straightforward course makes the most sense to you. For me, this path is via the Law of Attraction, and the teachings of Abraham Hicks.

On Saturday November 12, I was fortunate enough to attend an Abraham Hicks workshop in Dallas. It was… indescribable. I don’t quite have words for it yet – not sure I ever will. No, I haven’t manifested a million dollars in the last week, and no I’m not two inches taller or living in Hawaii (yet). More importantly though, I’m much, much happier. I’ve taken more responsibility for my own life, and I’ve begun to manifest small bits of awesomeness, and interesting synchronicities. Life is fun, full of magic, and oh so deliciously sweet.

So it was only fitting that after that workshop in Dallas, I went to Austin for a few days. I went so that I could have some down-time to assimilate the workshop, but I also went down to see some music. I was heading to Sunday Night Services at the Saxon Pub, to see The Resentments.

I’ve written about The Resentments before. Probably more than once (try here, here, and  here, for starters). Because they aren’t just my favorite band ever, they’re also one of the best experiences of my life.

I discovered them a little over 5 years ago and watched a whole lot of YouTube videos until I finally went down to see them in person. In fact, the very first time I went down was exactly 5 years ago this weekend – I drove down to Austin from Tulsa on the day after Thanksgiving.

Since then, I’ve managed to get down to the Saxon Pub a few times every now and again, to get my fix. It’s so worth the trip.

The Resentments are a group of singer-songwriters, who get together every Sunday night at the Saxon, to play some music and throw around some witty conversation. There are currently 5 core members – Jeff Plankenhorn, Miles Zuniga, Scrappy Jud Newcomb, Bruce Hughes, and John Chipman. Not all of them are present at every show, but whoever is there, it’s always a great time. They are all incredibly talented musicians and some of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. They’re funny, intelligent, kind, and when they play together, the result is magical.

When I’m listening to The Resentments, either in my car or while I’m working – or whenever, really – the music fills me with a sense of peace, and happiness.

When I’m watching The Resentments, when I’m sitting at the Saxon and the vibration of the music and the love fills the air, it’s like… well, it feels like home. It fills me up, it feeds my heart and it lifts me up and makes me feel human… but also it makes me feel more than human.

I’ve had this feeling from two other experiences in my life. One was when I did yoga for the first time, the other was when I saw a video of Abraham Hicks for the first time. Each was accompanied by a feeling of simultaneously knowing I had discovered something BIG but also that I was home, I was back, and I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

The Law of Attraction teaches us to feel, then think, then manifest. It encourages us to reach for good feeling thoughts, and reminds us that we don’t have to wait for something good to happen before we can feel good about it (in fact, it’s quite the opposite). This approach made this last trip to Austin a little different for me, as I had thought it might.

This time, when I went to the Saxon, it still felt like home. It still felt so right and so good and deliciously sweet. I sat alone, at a table with a perfect view, but this time I could feel myself soaking up all the goodness, taking it in on a more complete level than I ever had before. I could fully feel and appreciate what was going on better than I ever had before. And for that reason, I knew that I would probably not be back for a long time.

I realized that at this point, I no longer need the experience of going to the Saxon Pub to truly feel the sweetness of the experience.

I’m sure I’ll be back – I can’t stay away. The music is too good, the feeling is too sweet to stay away for too long.  But it will be different. There’s a sense of closure that wasn’t there before. It seems like I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t need to be there to truly enjoy the experience of it. I can carry it with me wherever I go. Like with yoga, or the teachings of Abraham Hicks… I will always have that love, peace, and pure joy with me.

And how cool is that.


2015 SCT, Day Three – Coffee & Sunday Night Services @ The Saxon

This is my first full day in the ATX. I spent the day with my hosts, Michael and Carissa. Michael and I took their dogs to the park, and then went across town for some delicious tacos from the original Tacodeli – a little taco shop located in the midst of a sea of apartment complexes. What a weird place for a taco place! But then as Michael pointed out, really, cities should do more of this type of zoning. Why couldn’t each neighborhood have its own taco place, or little grocery store or – gasp – coffee shop? That everyone could walk to? The Burbs just don’t work that way, and it’s too bad. But I think that’s the topic for another post, another time.
After tacos, I wanted coffee. And the closest place was Jo’s, on South Congress. We headed over that way and I ordered a latte (surprise!). There was a blues band playing on the patio, so we hung out for a while and listened to the music. I didn’t get any photos of this coffee – only their machine, a good ol’ La Marzocco.
Jo’s serves Stumptown coffee, out of Portland Oregon. So of course it must be good.
And I believe that it was. However, unfortunately the taco I’d just eaten had raw onions on it, as I’d forgotten to ask them to be left off. And as you may suspect, eating something with raw onions on it before consuming a coffee drink can sort of mess up your palate. But it tasted smooth and mild and was easy to drink. We proceeded to walk up SoCo a ways and people-watch. I stopped at Tesoro’s Trading Company and bought some postcards and then we headed back towards home.
In the evening I picked up take-out from 888 Pan Asian restaurant for dinner (it was so much food that I’ll have leftovers till I leave, it seems) and then headed to the Saxon Pub for Sunday Night Services with The Resentments.
No one else wanted to go with me to the Saxon – you know, those people that have Monday – Friday, 8-5 jobs aren’t much fun on Sunday nights, apparently. So I went on my own. When I got there, Jeff Plankenhorn, a super great guitarist, waved hi to me as I walked in. (How he recognized me is also another story, about his ill-fated stop in Tulsa on a recent tour when he was sick and sounded like crap). Then I walked in and realized I had walked through the wrong door – and had gotten in without paying. Well, that’s not good karma! So I went to the door guy and gave him my money and he thanked me for being honest. Then a quick hello to my friend Bruce, the bass player for The Resentments, and then a seat at the bar. This show is, if I’m honest, one of the reasons I came all the way to Austin.
I came to Austin for several reasons – to try to make some writing connections, to meet the people I’ve been writing for the last 2 months, to get out of Tulsa for a while – and to see some music. Specifically, to see The Resentments. It’s the best live music I’ve ever seen.
I’ll spare you from the long version, but real quick-like: The Resentments are a group of musicians who have been playing together every Sunday night for a very very long time. The members have changed over the years, but Bruce has been playing with them for 10+ years, as, if I’m not mistaken, has the drummer John Chipman. The Resentments never rehearse – if someone has a new song, he might pass out a piece of paper with some notes, or they might all just wing it. They’re such great musicians that they can pick up on each other’s cues well enough to play songs they’ve never heard before. That, friends, is the sign of a good musician.

The music is positive, the vibe is positive, the crowd is mellow, the musicians are so, SO good, and they’re also pretty damn funny in between songs. This was only my third time seeing them live, but I have quite a few CDs, and there’s also lots of videos on the YouTubes (if you’re curious enough to check them out). One time I went to see them and it was just 2 guitar players – Jeff Plankenhorn and Miles Zuniga. It was still 100% awesome. If you ever get the chance, go see them. And take me with you.
I went home feeling like I’d had a very good day. Good food, good coffee, good people, good music. Yes. Good day.