From JazzFest
May 6th, 2006Beat. I’m writing from JazzFest, the WWOZ brass pass tent, where I am watching the computer table for Christian Kuffner.
Brainjams was fun. Turns out that I’m not a madman, alone in the wilderness. Bloggers are real. A fever dream come true.
The disconnect was percieved on both sides. I was disarmed. An effective application of open spaces. Success for Chris and Kristie. Good show.
Out until late. Jeff Harris can tell a story. Sip, listen, repeat.
Friday was lackadaisical. Hangovers tend to be. Becky arrives to accompany me in a pursuit of things medicinal. Sushi. Ice cream. Naps. We met with Dave Coustan for a drink. Learn no lessons. Wee hours again.
Up early today. Nackered.
It is getting ready to rain something awful.
I’m off to find a Cuban sandwich, and, maybe, listen to jazz.
Wish you were here.
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