Me and the boyz got us a gig, and we'd love to see you.
Rehearsal was really good last night––shockingly good to my ears. I realized that if I go swimming before singing, the warm, humid pool air does wonders for my voice (and the sauna does wonders for my demeanor). The guys were playing with intuition and wit. Our mojo was working, collectively.
A few minutes before starting this entry I was getting All Worked Up over the fact that the gig didn't get listed anywhere. This is a feeling I'm getting more and more familiar with, in its various permutations. At first I resolved to get better organized, perhaps be more of a pest, get things out in the mail earlier. Now, I'm not sure if it makes a difference. Or if i should care either way.
Screw it, I bought my spring handbag. God bless ebay. See you tonight.
(Come at 8:30 to see Philip.)
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