I found out a few days ago a gig in Miami is looking like a very real possibility next month. Jen and I haven't played there since 2000 (or 2001, if you count our friend Nick's backyard), so there's a mix of excitement and dread. Miami can be an unkind mistress when it comes to our music (ah, memories). It'll be good to catch up with some old friends.

However, if it all does go horribly awry, at least I know my grandma will insist on making kickass food. I'm convinced the woman is a wizard. How else would she have survived three heart attacks, a bypass operation, a car accident, no less than three falls, and working at the Post Office for some 30 years? The fucking dark arts, that's how.

The toggle switch on my Les Paul is screwy, which I'm not too happy about. I should love guitar maintenance, but really I don't (or perhaps it's something I love hating?). I'll tell you what I actually hate, though: the prospect of dropping another $80 to fix the damn thing.

Bah.. more coffee.

Henry

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