Thanks to Jim Atkinson for that rarest of all things, a photograph of ME at my open mic! Playing my little heart out at Republic in Takoma Park, MD.

After last night’s show in Stoughton, I didn’t think things could get much better. Every once in a while and think “people give me MONEY to do this… some nights, they’ll not only give me MONEY, but they’ll flirt with me, ply me with martinis AND amazing foods – AND pay me!!!”

Thank you Stoughton House of Brews – another marvelous night. Don’t act so surprised that we come visit you regularly. We Love you guys. And so… from there we retreat up to Boston and crash with our friends Laura and Reina, a perfect couple in a perfect little apartment in a perfect little spot of Somerville. We got in, tried to be quiet, knocked some stuff over, played with the cats, tore ourselves from the cats and curled into bed.

This morning we got to move slowly, but not slow enough. Like I said, Reina and Laura are just Lovely to stay with and we chatted around the kitchen table as I tore down my OX and rebuilt the pickup and changed out the saddle, traded stories and, of course, played with the cats. There was a watermelon sacrifices unto the turtle and then we tore ourselves away from THEM to go catch up with Greg Klyma who was throwing a garden brunch party that morning.

Pale had just had a rather unfortunate show across the way at the Electric Maid and so he was looking for another place to perform – he came over to Republic and played a set for us , sloing out my open mic in Takoma Park, MD.

Talk about idyllic. Apparently his place in Somerville is much more typical of what the area advertises itself as being, and we got to hang out in the garden chatting and being social with Greg and some newfound friends until it was once again time to tear ourselves away….

Notes : the water bag thing does NOT work on flies. Bacon-fried French toast is amazing. Wasps suck. Gardens in Somerville don’t. Chickens are always laughing at you. I don’t know why. I think they’re asking each other “why did the human cross the road” jokes. Sometimes finesse alone does NOT build the tent. Coming up with the title does NOT entitle you to a co-write. I am a social butterfly, but sometimes it’s really, really nice to retreat the kitchen and just do the dishes – because French press coffee needs to be consumed in greater quantities than is currently available.

The skies are blue, filled with poofy clouds and birds that don’t know how good they’ve got it. Traffic has finally released its hold on us, and we’re looking for the last “cheap” gas before crossing the Connecticut line while wishing the radio stations in Massachusetts would PLEASE catch on to two simple facts : The Red Hot Chili Peppers stopped putting out good music after Blood Sugar Sex Magik and remixes died out in the 80s and we should let them lie. No – n – n – no – no no re re re re re re re re all real real

REALLY.

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