i was on tour with a band. we had just landed, or did i throw up the night before, after landing. i dont remember. the memory just came back, and i really enjoyed it. were probably in philadelphia, but not sure. at a radio station. it must be boston. world cafe. oscar is with us, sweet sweet oscar. stressed out bout getting malins tambourine stem, and im too hard on him. one of the greatest players i know. and best friends. im getting chili for two stairs above, getting coffee from some machine, and decides to use up the whole publicly (?) funded tape roll to turn my keyboard-box into a fake wood box. life is pretty easy, and i am happy. this must be when returning to the states second time. no, this must be the day before we started the Bird tour. Samuel connecting all his junk. Damn, i miss it now. So hard when out. I love how my brain and heart filter out. EVen considered my dark heart and mind, still i automatically filter out the good parts. this is gonna be grand.
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