Art, music, make, more, time, slips. Away.
The music gets better, the art more fulfilling, the days get colder, I long to go south. Thinking Mardi Gras this year, thinking Atlanta, maybe Florida. I want to be not cold. I want to be in the swamp. I want a new tattoo. I want to dance, dance.
Also I want to tour. Love being in a home, but need to roam. Hitch me up a wagon and let's hit the trail. In two weeks it will be my birthday and I will start to record my first full solo album. In Maine. In the snow.
Then I migrate southerly for your fabled hospitality. Dear friends, get ready. I'm coming.