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haven't written in a long while, tho much has happened, as i'd bet it has in your life, too. today it snowed & snowed! then the sun came out bringing turquoise heaven to earth. lately i've had a lot of the blues from the cold; they call it s.a.d., tho i wonder if people outside the so-called "1st world" suffer it? a lot of my suffering is cultural, i think, tho some be genetics... last night we watched antiques roadshow. the other day he took me to the desert bc my blues were just not lifting, & the desert wide & gold brought some hours of happiness, then i found a signed rev howard finster print at a junk store owned by an ex-cop right by the air force base & i just about plotzed! what a find!!!! and from voodoo vinyl, on the avenue in lancaster, got another copy of a book i got at age 16, a boogie-woogie transcripts thing, but this one still has the little flexi-record! and also on the av, the art gallery was closed but the ancillary one, the guy let us peek at the upcoming show, punk rock art, & there was ivy! & there was lux! (i mean in portraits, of course.) and then i learned the cramps are having a mini-renaissance bc of that wednesday addams show; she dances in a viral video to googoo muck. and the library book sale, well, it's the best i've ever seen. and the cholos were out in their ranflas & coches & pendletons & stacys & we walked & saw a vast array of humans, many more blacks than we have on our white mountain here, & i told james it was wonderful, what a change, more variety of experience than we saw during our hell-trip to san francisco in december, even, tho i did massive walks each day there, one day from nob hill to the mission, walking & walking to keep the hell away... ok, i'm rambling; just all kinds of stuff has been going on, too much to chronicle here. i can't believe my childhood friend's child took his own life. what tragedy. the world is beauty & tragedy. and then the rest. and we had a weekly gig, it didn't work out, we're gonna get another one, i've gotten to do some good works & also make an ass of myself, as i seem to do. james & i keep on chooglin. life keeps going for now. what else? i don't know. whaddaya want? a wish sandwich is the kind of a sandwich where you have two slices of bread & you wish you had some meat. that reminds me for some reason that today is gene sculatti's bd, art fein wrote a new book, & it sure did my heart & gut some good performing invitation to the blues, the rockabilly version of mellow down easy, & even my babe the other eve, tho the set was a challenge. i'm sure none of this has made sense. here are some pix. which one do you like?