June 2009


Braved Times Square to take a chance on some theatre: ‘Stunning.’ And it sure was. Didn’t have to talk myself into digging it, as is typically the case with theatre.

Same song re-write during day, same Bach at night.

Sunday spent glued to word from Iran, with rain percussing as it has for days and days and days. A bit more time spent re-writing that song, then succumbing to Bach.

Gorgeous mild dusk. Sad about Iran.

My phone’s camera may be dying, but at least it’s dying in a compelling manner. Still hammering away on the re-write of ‘You’re Coming With Me," which I hope to re-demo in the next few days.

Where’s the ocean where’s the horizon where’s the smell of mowed grass. how’ve I been here for precisely ten years!

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