Just a quick note before I crash – good letters from people today. A lot of emails in my inbox, one from someone who’d severed ties with me years ago over a stupid fight, another from someone brand new who has entrusted me with a strange amount of information… another just filled with beautiful photographs and another full of rhymes… I’m in Pittsburgh, which is a city that I could Love – surrounded by some of the people that effect me most emotionally. My mood is heightened by fatigue, by good music, by fatalism – by a willingness to die if I have to. I want to play a huge electric show in the middle of a thunderstorm, screaming down and down and down – and maybe in that inevitable shock of electricution my voice will reach the heights that I heard tonight. And maybe I’m just cinders recovering painfully from well-disguised bad diner food.
Thursday night we went over to Springdale, PA to the open mic at Valentine’s. What was described as “an acoustic night” really, really wasn’t, but we had a great time listening to the house band and playing for the locals. We had a great burger and great fries, a great time too… and deafened everyone playing an ebow on electric guitar. 
I can’t get used to parking in Pittsburgh. What you see above is correct. All OVER the sidewalk. It’s insanity I tell you, insanity.
Stickies fill my mind with memories of snowy days when I communicated better and all I want is a fireplace and for the fall to fall ferociously.
No place, no one, no time can compare to here and her and now – and I admire my friends so much. For their wit, their ability, tenacity – for what they build and more importantly WHY and what they say and more importantly how. Tomorrow there’s a lot of work to do. Tonight it’s a couch that I’m all too glad to call home.
