Oct 14, 2006 18:44
in Massachussetts now where cigarrettes are cheap and there is lots of nice space. So far I've recorded one album. 19 more to go! I get to see Ellen pretty soon. I'm thinking/dreaming. Trying to avoid intent, not directing much. Tonight I'll go sneak into a seedy bar where my uncle John will offend everyone. Some things have to change about my life in S'toon, but my it's sometimes hard to change one thing without disrupting everything. I miss being wacko. Well. I can hear a strange man gabbering upstairs ... it's either my dad using a funny voice or an illegal immigrant he is hiding up there. I have some money.
My mom is/was right about lots of things.
Arcgggh!
I just spent a few minutes tuning a nice little old nylon-stringed guitar I found in the back of the shop. Mmm, mm nylon strings. It's somewhat cold out here.