Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Pit Stop.

I haven't had time to write. I still don't. Right now, let's just say arriving in New York with no money, no phone, no plans is about as close to the edge as I've been. Nothing you read or write prepares you for it, until you actually stand amongst it. So I close my eyes and send it out there. And somehow, eleventh fucking hour, things fall into place. Of a sorts.

I'm playing a show tonight. Everything in The States has happened after I play a show. All the doors, from my gypsy soul mates in Portland, to recording with the Foo Fighters engineer in Seattle...everything has happened once I play a show. One week to go. So I close my eyes and let The Universe do as it will.

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