Randomalia

I keep forgetting to write, and without reliable and constant internet access it's difficult. So in place of a real entry, I will relate a story or two about how surreal my life seems lately.

The other day, I was with a couple of friends checking email. I was showing Tallis how to use the wifi on her laptop with the access spot we found. She got up and left, and the other friend I was with was sitting there unshaven and tousled, having just travelled for the better part of 48 hours. He was telling me about a great hotel the company had put him up in the night before last, and how it'd be a "great place to get laid," and that he wished his girlfriend had been there. It was funny, funnier than that sounds, trust me. Anyway, I'm writing an email and I realize that I'm sitting there with Adrian Zmed, and that if you'd told me a year ago I'd be casually hearing stories like that from the guy who was "gonna sco-o-ore tonight" in GREASE 2 and rode shotgun to Bill Shatner in TJ HOOKER in a smelly internet place... well, I'd have never imagined the circumstances that would lead to such a thing.

Things are good, honestly, quite good, but I could use some inspiration. The guitar is coming along, and the shows are good. I'm just missing the spark I once had; I know where it went and what doused it - that's not hard to guess -but I don't know how or if it will come back.

I'm trying though.