So needless to say, the night moved in all directions: Manny's...bikin' to the Highlands...a run-in with Jesse in the middle of the street (sweet new bike w/ dragon eyes!), more bikin'...enter Little 5, where I totally wiped out on the curb by L5 Pizza, courtesy of my low bike tires-bruised up the ol' hip, shin, and hands (to add to my various injuries of this week: dragged my knuckles against a rock wall and dropped a litho stone on my finger at work), then after playing the worst pool game of our lives I was returned to my abode where I rambled on the phone for hours before passing out. Whew.
And of course I've been at it with the music. 2 new songs this week and counting...! And I've recruited Pat Brooks (responsible for the loveliness that are the Brock Scott Quartet recordings) to record my first full length album (!!) so we're about to embark on that adventure next week... CAN'T WAIT!! :)
And then of course it's off to the great state of Indian'r where I will spend a week hanging with the fam and friends galore-can't wait to see these guys and the Appel family homestead:
Of course it will be summer and hot as hell though. Consider these pho-toes little ice cubes. :)
Alright, signing off for now to go conquer the feat that is my laundry.

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