Arrived in Boston at a very reasonable hour from Canada. The kids up
there were a little aggro, one slipped through the gauntlet and stage
dove between Scott and Dude. The venue was another wolf in sheeps
clothing, a gig with a name change, the old same place rule was in
effect. With the exception of one of the crew not being smart enough
to keep the work area safe and traction friendly, it was an all around
ok kinda day with great veggies for dinner!
Here it's cold, wet and windy, 43 degrees as I write. Was Coachella
a dream? It's beginning to seem so. I resisted leaving the room as it
never let up all day but ventured out for eats, found a Whole Foods in
the neighborhood and then walked to the T station to hop a train into
town. I walked through the Boston commons as the sun was fading, seeing
all of the freshly bloomed tulips chattering their petals together in
the wind. Off into my old stomping grounds where I visited a friend
(and his wife and cats) from those hazy bad old days when I lived here
('81-'85) He was the one who inflicted copious amounts of compression
and chorus upon me (which was the rage then) and made me afraid of the
Boss blue box... well, not really.
12:46:14 AM 
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