Our connecting flight from Fiji arrived late (Fiji’s air was humid and floral and acrid, like Singapore’s…), so Rich and I have spent our entire day here in LAX being aurally assaulted by ‘progressive’ Christmas music. Our re-booked overnight flight leaves soon. In the day since my last travelogue post about wishing to spend some songwriting time in Australia, I’ve already been offered to use a couples’ retreat camper van in the Dandenong forest (in a nudist colony). Perhaps an Australian songwriting voyage really could come to pass… I’m open to more idears… (Sent from mobile phone.)