dude attack
so after a gig a few weeks ago i accidentally left my real book in mike's drum room. then, apparently, he visits runja in the predawn hours after her birthday, seducing her with his blinks. they have sex and, apparently, it was really amazing. i don't care even if i almost got to kiss mike's girl later in the dream, that is some harsh payback for leaving my book in his room. and today, while setting up for my gig, i see mike in the stata center. he looks troubled and doesn't even meet my gaze. he knows! i think he felt guilty for rocking my girlfriend-thing. why else wouldn't he look up, blink, and smile at me? this is something straight from an unwritten haruki murakami story. what an annoying discovery. sometimes that is how i feel about everything-annoyed. at least i get to go to connecticut to look at louis kahn buildings and then to cape cod to play jazz this weekend.