july has come and gone.



so has angst.



i guess i could be cliche and say that i've learned a lot.

i told nancy the other day that we're adults. it's starting to feel true.



i played my first show in forever three nights ago. it was fantanstic. this incredably dirty basement, packed with about forty people. i was standing in front of a washing machine, just me and my guitar. there was one light bulb. i was sick, i was smoking, i had just taken a slug of ouzo (greek firewater, dig?), i was singing, and guess what? they fuckin' loved it. for five songs they were all mine and it was wonderful, even better than i remembered it. we forty odd people in this dingy basement were together, united in music and word. the basement of jared's apartment building. i was dressed all in white. people came up to me and shook my hand. that's never happened before. i want to do it again, and soon.



t.a.