4/13/11
LAST DAY
3 am, complete exhaustion and exultation, last track layed, last note sung, last shaker shook, flying home tomorrow now our music lives in glowing boxes fingers crossed you'll hear it in the Fall.
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4/1/11
DAY ONE
TSA scrutinized my space echo, tambourine in a plastic bag, we all layed over in the gothic leafless Missouri now its here with shirtlessness, bass scratch tracks, dead palms, barton springs, nicholas dialing the drums, geckos locking eyes on the back wall waiting on sean arriving late late missing babs and bon-bon, gentle and van
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