Lest anyone think I'm no longer their friend(ster), I'm really nobody's friend(ster) anymore.
So after 1 year, 26 freind(sters) and a whole lot of nothing else besides letting the world know everything about me, I've decided to cancel my Friendster account. For no reason other than to simplify, man.
Dream analysis:
Willy and Johnny wrestling slowly--they are musical models of longevity-- struggle, but in it for the long haul.
Henning and I being pulled through the desert on a camel:
perhaps Henning and I (and others) have sort of just gone with the flow in our artistic pursuits--we've not been as pro-active as "How to Make it in the Music Biz" books would have you be.
And yet, over the last 7 years, letting the chips fall as they may, we've done and seen and experienced many strange and interesting locations.
I dunno. Maybe.
The radio in the van I've driven the last couple days is broken. 6+hours of just me and my thoughts--it's beeen great and I've solved a few songwriting problems. SNTB part 2 is stirring.
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