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Sunday September 17

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tears on the sleeve of a man 
don't wanna be a boy today
heard the eternal footman 
bought himself a bike to race
and Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs
they say you were something 
in those formative years
hold on to nothing as fast as you can
well still 
pretty good year 

maybe a bright sandy beach
is gonna bring you back
may not so now you're off
you're gonna see America
well let me tell you something about America
pretty good year

somethings are melting now
well what's it gonna take til my baby's alright

and Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed
well still
pretty good year

- Tori Amos

Tori has been on constant rotation at home and in my car since last week.  Under the Pink at home, and Boys for Pele in the car.  This is progressive rock.  Intelligent, articulate, asymmetrical, complex, subtle, bombastic, and intuitive.  All of this rich music and relation poetry is somehow pouring out of the voice of someone who is unafraid to tell it as she sees it, even if it sounds nonsensical,  insane, non-commercial, and oblivious to industry trends.

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Some major transitions peaking today: letting go and wishing my dear friends and family well.    

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Up early to sit, practice, and prepare for SGC shows at Seattle Art Museum.   

Even one measley beer with Tobin, Curt, and Bill last night has affected my cloudy head this morning.  I was not cut out to drink.  

Now into the day.  A new day.  

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2:47pm.  Home from two shows at Seattle Art Museum.  Wow.  We played an amazing Cloud of Unknowing before Trapiche at each show -- who was playing this music?  

Wow: excellent listening, call and response, theme and variations, tonal movement, rhythmic counterpoint, dynamics, great fun, and a great audience.  

We do well when we play at SAM.   The good news: we have another SAM gig a week from Thursday.  

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I plan on having dinner with Christian and Tina later this evening.  My nature abhors a vacuum.   Especially today.

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My personal mail seems to be bouncing back again -- wish I had time to shop for a better ISP.

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Dinner with C and T was a complete joy.  Good people, excellent food, and a perfect way to complete this Sunday.   

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11:48pm.  Turns out I have to make a trip to SF at 10am with CVB tomorrow afterall.  Travel logistics are now confirmed, last minute, as usual.  I feel very tired of chasing.   The next 48 hours will set the trajectory for the next six months. 

Time to consolidate and execute.

No public writing until I return on Tuesday evening. 

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