Hello. I'm recovering from 3 days of hard drinking. It takes me at least 2 days of recovery for every 1 day of drinking...you do the math. It was most enjoyable. Liquor would not be my death of choice...(to steal a phrase from the Patio). I'd rather die in a fiery car crash than drink myself to death. At least the car crash would only last a few hours, maybe a day tops. I've known people who drank themselves to death and it took years, even decades. Let's have a poll..."What is your death of choice?" Make mine peaceful sleep, thanks.

I'm jonesing for some good live music!!! I'm waiting for Friday like a dog waiting for a scrap to slip from the table. We'll get a heavy dose of world-class reggae with Les Exodus. That is one thing I miss about being involved with a club that serves up a good helping of live music. But as I've mentioned in previous entries, this town doesn't have an appetite for original music. The problem is, some people shut their mind like a little kid who won't try his green beans. You just might like them.

I know a young man who is a prime case for this theory. He had no idea who Watermelon Slim was...(you know the award-winning blues man from Tulsa).He was out celebrating his date's 21st birthday, stumbling in and out of bars. They stumbled into the middle of a Watermelon Slim jam. He has been a big fan ever since. I rattled off a list of other blues performers of equal or better talent and he knew nothing of them. After our conversation I think he'll be checking out some new tunes. I love it when someone gets turned on.

Thankfully, our little band of music junkies is working on a cure for this addiction. By the first of the year I think we'll be having 2 shows a month. A good friend of mine reminds me that together we can do anything. I believe he's correct. I feel blessed to be part of something so cool.