Thursday: MB, looking all gussied up, headed out early. Ridiculous dream involving over the top approval from a work-related-authority-figure. Email. Gus. Was going to put on water to boil, but realized I had left over coffee. Got MB's cell phone up and running (had to call the carrier). Shower. Had a nice breakfast of eggs. I've gotten to be quite speedy at frying two eggs, making toast, and so on. Down basement for mourning practices and drums. Loaded the car up. Headed off.
Stopped at the shopping center in Porter Square. Bought some distilled water for my guitar humidifier. Bought some "fast fret" stuff at the music store. In to work. Tying up some lose ends. Later working on the vari-speed stuff, which isn't performing as well as it needs to be.
Over to Union. No peoples. Tweaked the height of the E string, and used some "fast fret." Some guitar practice. Stopped back home and picked up the video camera, then over to Squawk. A couple, woman playing bongos, the man reading Beat poetry. MB already there, with a tale of dancing in a restaurant that looks like a ship on the outside. Shawn arrived. Soon, we went on. Third Relation, the World Blind, Hope, Thrak, "encore" of Branding Iron. MB danced. TR was a bit wobbly from my side. The rest was pretty robust. I miced Shawn's electric kick peddle. Good response. Then, a young singer with quite an amazing voice. A song about being Sun's Rays. A story about masturbation and literature (of course).
Looked for a place to get gas on the way home. The place that looked like it was open, wasn't. Back at the ranch, hanging with MB, who told me about more troubles with the CA adoption (do little corrections violate the terms of the process?) Soup and toast. Email. Now down basement.
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