Tuesday, I spent the evening recording the chalkboard version of a song tentatively called September-December. Just two verses and a chorus right now…
Wednesday, I spent the evening with the Red Sox.
Today, more bad news on the pooch front. There is no doubt about it, g-friend’s dog is in the sunset of her life. It’s difficult to watch g-friend in so much pain. It’s very frustrating; frustrating that I never wished for a magic wand as a kid. It’s not to the point to make any shall we delicately say ‘final decisons’, but suffice to say that it’s now being talked about more openly and not as some hidden possibility that is not to be prematurely spoken. It’s surreal. I’ve never had this happen before. I had a cat die on me once, wow, 10 years ago, but this cat was hit by a car. This is different because LuLu’s heart is failing her. And it makes the heart break.
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Tomorrow I hope to begin tracking a song called “Woke Up to Everything.” I am mapping things out in my head, I just hope they turn out as good or better as the map appears to be. I feel very compelled to write right now, almost guilty that I haven’t as much as I would like recently. I have no real agenda; I think I just need to go to this creative place and see what happens.
Sent out a package to a publishing company today. Will let you know more when I know more.
Also, I just booked my last LA show of the year. A quaint club called Room 5 in LA. The guy who booked it, Jay Nash is a good guy and gave me a Sat night slot. That helps because it means OC & San Diego have a better opportunity to make it. Damn near impossible on weekdays, isn’t that right, west coast chicas?
Talk to you soon…
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