I exchanged emails with Wally and JJ, called Simon on the phone, hung out on Paz'es back porch till 6AM, sent cassettes to Karen in the U.K., ate John's cooking, hugged Claud9, argued with Marcel, forwarded a seed recording from Paul, watched David sit down to an impromtu set in a private room at the New Orleans' "House Of Blues", swapped for prints by Sue and Rose, got invited back to Ashara's, experienced Sherelle's singing at close range, talked IT with Steve, danced with Leslie, drank with JulZie, took a road trip with Yael, visited an archetectural marvel with MG, provided background info for a book on album covers, applauded Kate from the front row, accompanied Victor, photographed Joni from the lip of the stage, heard countless talented and amazing friends sing, play, and chat, felt the vibrating top of Terry's guitar as she played in open tunings, and finally, I received literary praise from Kakki.
As my friend Niki says, "What ever you give you get back ten fold." Love, Lama oh, yeah, I made Joni cry too.
