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HIS SPIRIT LIVES ON! ... BONER, THE PIANO DOG ... November 27, 1994 ... February 20, 2010

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March 06, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Damm, online social media has become so toxic. People who cannot comprehend what they read correctly, people who assume, attach themselves wrongly to aspects of the whole, the general lack of trust about everything, ridiculous trouble makers... and worse... in reality, in the real world... the AI mass surveillance happening, authoritarianism controlling everything more openly and in your face, the outright transparent greed of business that is taking over our lives, are we all fighting for our lives right now? The First Friday Event was downtown here in Las Vegas. It is just constantly becomes more and more controlling and manipulative for self serving agenda in the worst of ways. The event is supposed to create a sense of community and freedom to enjoy, all the fun is fading from it. I was so disturbed that I posted about it on Facebook and opened pandoras box so to speak. Ugh, I knew that might happen as a barrage of shit comments began to flow. The courage to stand up and push back for the sake of truth and reality is critical now.



So, I've just been sucking it all up and using stupid and moronic people's comments to clarify my points. So many people are saying I am lying and twisting thoughts with their opinions and their own false realities concerning what I said and what I personally experienced well, thank God I am strong willed, stubborn and tenacious but most importantly know myself and have clarity with my intent in what I say and do. And that shit came from people who know me although they are people in the community who have never truly found respect or trust for me. Fuck them. The thing here is... even with my strength of character and everything else... the choice was very real to doubt myself and my own reality. That is what fascism here in America is trying to accomplish for everyone. It wants everyone to doubt themselves and create confusion so it can step in that vulnerable space to take over and dictate all life and spirit. It didn't work last night and its not going to work today. One day at a time...

March 05, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

It is totally clear that I need to keep putting as much love as possible on people especially strangers more than ever, one-on-one. The less I know about anyone the better in doing that. We all need to do that for each other. It is the only way out to stay out of the hell hole the world is experiencing


March 04, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

When I come across a disgusting drug addict on the ground by themselves between the trash cans in my ally or anywhere that I do not want to see them, for example on the ground outside my gate... my first inclination is to say get the hell our of here. I mean I've done that with a stick in my hand and with a very hard, angry tone loud, repeatedly. But, if I am able to work through my disgust in the moment and just accept their disgusting life and the true fact that they just cannot help themselves in the moment I get to think, "ugh... help them, they are one of your own, a human being." And then I go get a blanket, or water or food and I take it to them and simply say "here" or "do you want this" without fanfare sometimes not even looking at them as they look at me in shock.



Every single time I am able to rightly relate with myself and the situation at hand, every single time... they get up and leave as soon as I am gone. After hundreds of times I have come to realize that my act of kindness and their being able to sense that it is real and without agenda (because I do not say something like here, now leave, or this is for Jesus) it fills them with shame, love, just enough care for themselves maybe a mixture of all that to move onward. They leave to just keep going, moving and living onward. It is not up to me to decide what motivates them. It is about me accepting the situation and caring about them. To keep moving and living is the way of life. If I can find gratitude in living life, I find life beyond awesome. And, I am able to keep going even through the worst shit life can offer.

March 03, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Spent some time today with two friends who found the Traveling Piano. I could not tell if they were homeless or not but, I could see they had mental problems as they told me they are both friends and veterans who suffer from PTSD. I feel for veterans screwed consistently and specifically by... republican politicians and their voters, through and through. The republican mentality has "always" been to start a war, use our nations men and women to fight for them and then just drop them in the gutter when finished and no longer useful. Some vets get through it, others suffer until they die in a variety of ways many on the streets. The effects of war remind me so much of domestic gun violence. People focus on the dead without a clue to the hell those who survive must live with for the rest of their lives mentally and emotionally.



And all those "thoughts and prayers, thank you for your service" and nothing more people, they really piss me off. Anyway, all three of us had some good time together. As has happened so many times in the past, when we were saying goodbye the one guy with his eyes rolling back and forth in his head comes into total clarity and says, "I realize I was quiet but want you to know how significant our interaction was and, thank you". Mind you... I am not looking for kudos here in fact that makes me feel uncomfortable. I want people to know that troubled, mentally ill people can "smell" true intent and through that love, they always find trust which moves them into a state of total clarity and wellness if only for a short amount of time, so be it. That short amount of time makes life worth living for them. It is real, as in reality which every human being desires whether they realize it or not.

March 02, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Life with Mo is so very different now. Sometimes I try to peek into the past and I must stop myself because it does not help the present at all. I enjoy him now as much as ever before just differently. The same with him, he enjoys me. Sixteen years together is beyond my wildest of dreams. I miss having him on the piano with me. It is better for both of us that he stays in the cab. If he was on top of the piano he would need my attention 100% of the time and that is not possible. Because his back legs no longer work, if he moves he has no way to balance himself to stay on. I love Mo completely. I woke up saying to him, we have another day together. It is amazing that when he falls he just stops moving as I go towards him to try get him back up and standing. It is all one day at a time in fun, gratitude, relationship, companionship and just pure love. When we go out, I now take a wagon for when he gets tired of walking. He still needs to walk, use it or lose it as they say and he still needs to stop and smell everything. Stop and sniff is part of the joy in being a dog.