Our tour bus pulled up next to a stone labrynth and will be here til tomorrow, so I dove into a Carlos Castaneda-esque day of experience. I had a hot mud bath and a mineral water bath with lavendar salts, then sat in a sauna. All that sustained heat yields subtly hallucinatory thinking and I’ve dreamed up no less than three well-formed song ideas so far. I then trotted through the stone labrynth, which I’ve long been curious to do — perhaps I’ll build one when I’m back in Brooklyn, in my courtyard, perhaps using street trash instead of stones. Maybe not.

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