So lately I’ve been letting the music-brain focus on school & the word-brain flex its muscles on here. I’ve realized a purpose: write down everything I see, as much as I can. God has sent me.
Yesterday evening we practiced one more time at Casa del Jere. Knowing it might be a while before we have a space to play again, we got super stoned & played everything super fast. Ceejay didn’t come back with us this time tho. He got bookt today for a hit-and-run.
My head feels raw inside—believe I’ve lost the cough yet gaind the sniffles. It’s really friggin cold & burly gray clouds roam the sky. I started practicing a lot school-wise today. Got a rigorous weekly schedule drawn up. The ideal is 3 hours per day of focust practice; I’m lucky to squeeze in one! But I am a guitar student, damn it, so I tromp daily down Blakemore in the blustery chill with my nylon-string Yamaha to the practice rooms & watch the clock.
May is cool, in a sisterly way, but she’s nothing like Suzie. She’s more like the sister I wish I had, who shows up after eighteen years & lives in Mexicali & has a baby. Named Grant. We’ve been IMing each other sporadically. She might move here soon, which would be sweet.