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In the dusky warmth of evening the chillen are tucked in like watermelon seeds and the parents tip toe on what they have left down to CHURCH KEY MANOR to see QUINN DEVEAUX and CONNOR MORRISON play the golden Waylon Jennings wacked out ramble that is the THEME to the DUKES of HAZARD COUNTY.

The weight of loss can be crippling. The changes we all face. Searching the street for bags of money. But there is always one thing that brings you back. Someplace that well if you had a car or gas you drive there now. Maybe the trees hang low or the the river is hot or I guess any number of things could give you that full belly when the works all done. I don't know where this is going but I'm going home soon to see sis and Mom and probably even father and somewhere that sends me is familiar and thoughtlessly plain. Good to have something just be what it is.

The days are bent and bold and all bundled up and cautious and red with wear and summertime drifting and sauceless dishes unbeholden and everyone across the sea I could know in one life time and everyone at home I could walk right by climb into a van for Disney's house, cast out to to catch sharks and jelly fish for to make jam and all the hey hey's and buttermilk biscuits pounded into rose bread proud bout in cell situations and writing home bout dynasties on a distant dollar. Gravely accepting my challenges and punk rock resisting and total muckraking so trusting of the solid wood of tables and towers trying yes trying to be available for gravy robbing and pre-mordem high times. It's all in your head and at the same time everyone knows don't they. Sometimes sometimes sometimes and other times and persuant to the reason. I am here bedless again. Wondering how much all the books in the library would be worth to someone who done read em.

Got to get away from Tarot card reading acceptance and large stories that loom in legend and larceny of my spirit. Same same same always in the drilling of the landscape we measure and mull about in the raucous tears of militance. I am in short the loneliest man I know. Subject to the depth of song and silence redressed by the ages and ages tread like hurricaned woodland edges all the bark powdered away and blown seaside and into the hairs of little black and blonde haired children skipping up sand in faces of the quietly frustrated college bound beauties. And That's all fine but I can't stay here. I can't rescue the picture and the ghost. One be gone.

London.  Whoa London.  What have yee to offer a poor soul on the brink.  barrellhouses and beauties bending and packed house Blues nightclubs and they're out of foot room but plenty of space for better blues.  Traveling with NZ band the Brunettes and heading all over Europe just as fast as our white gullet full knight can carry us and tomorrow over the hills of yore though I've never been and a few more spots until we hit Paris where I will visit the grave of JM who probably wouldn't care if I missed it but don't the dead appreciate a knock at the door just like the rest of us all sprawled out for the tele and listening for footsteps on the stairs. 

Englanders got to get to know you before they say to many kind words in general cause the edge is near and we've all seen things blow up in front of our face and showing emotion in public is the first step towards truly loosing it and if you don't know what it is then its gone.  Still the folks in the band, those kids are alright and on their way to a good chunk of stardom I'd say Brazen with words of pop wonder and eyes of sexual steel all piled into a meek seven person frame and they just wanna sound American.  That could be good.
Fish and chips for days fish and chips on waves fish and chips as far as a cod can be thrown and then every house has in general some of the finest fried food you can imagine outside the ~Chicago land area and they don't always fry it in front of you and they don't always have the condiments that you want but they always got that greasy coke just waiting for your pudgy fingers to nudge and nestle and pour down the Thames.

I quite love it here could use a pound or two though.

New York is amazing! The first day I was here I went to a dance party in central Park where in the center spun djs and then dancers (where I was) then the outer circle was rollerskaters/bladers with tricks trips and spins and flips and a dozen dances. So great.

Then last night I played music at a gallery in Manhattan and rich people love the blues even if they don't got any. I saw my good friend Jeremy of Ghetto Gourmet fame and he is well and doing/looking the same as he was in Oakland. Hard at work on some madness at last. I took my friend Stephanie to the show and she met all kinds of business cardsmen and slung her brand of charm around the room and even helped out with the dinner. she says she don't wanna do catering stuff anymore but habits DIE HARD.

I'm staying at my friend VIVA's house and I am on a hard wood floor with not much underneath me and it is quite hard to fall asleep. This is the time in my life when I can handle the backbreaking earth as a bed so might as well take advantage.

The constant hum and siren of city streets is a comfort somehow. All the noise envelopes you and hugs and has an indifference that stops your mind from wandering. All night someone is busy with the world of metropolis. Mopping the calculations of street singers and dreaming on paper the investment dancers scene song. This town makes absolute dorks cool as hell.

I'll be here until sunday though I wish I could stay and then I'm off to London but I think I may head down to Berlin cause I heard it's a bit more of a musicians playground and that's the sort of town I'm looking for where they keep the streets clean for performances and the club owners scrub the sidewalk for the next new friday night you know. then of course there's amsterdam.
QD

Well My good friend Richard came through in a large way I stayed on his couch in his beautiful uptown apartment and we talked of love and loss for what else is there to say when you haven't seen someone for a long ass time

Olympia was wet and wonderful like it always has been with college kids walking about and pretending to work and the ones I saw that were standing around were actually doing something and I walked around campus and wondered who could tell I was an old man. In my heart. I played a few songs with a traveling hipster and his brother and together we serenaded what looked like a fourteen year old in the mods and afterwards I gave him my number in case he needs a place to stay in the Bay Area anytime. I could not help him however in Oly itself.

For days I slept in the van on a hill so that as I slept my food could digest I heard that'll save you from cancer i mean me not you. anyways I met the wonderful Carolyn downtown and we played music at her place while her roommates did some wicken magic voodoo dice game and She played the fiddle and we sang Sittin on top of the world and some crazy Klesmer song that she knew. Wonderful tune really gotta go to school to play it though.

The show at Le Voyeur was like a twinkie without filling and I played while folks watched on the edges of the room and two other bands of the nicest ilk played after me but I had to make Boise the next day so I left a little bit early. Good night good folks. Wet city all dripping with some old baby sadness and future plans communications cut off.

I saw my friend linda and her hubby dunstan and their baby Liam and they made fab dinners and D played the tin whistle which sounds like a bird trying to hum its way out of prison. Sweet and Sad.
QD

Well days of the highway are hardly like days at all more like willy plumes of personal smoke intertwined with hunger and satisfaction and careening into the bright white sky with no less vigor than is afforded a owl who feeds at dawn. Redding was all raucous with western drunks and dimedug dancers all filling the floor and they danced to everything I played after I played Ray Charles. Even a waltz. I got high fives after every song and kisses after some. It was free beer and the drummer from one of the other groups sorta sat in. Which was fine. Stayed at Starla's and she played Becky, T and I some Dave Matthews and we talked about remote control cars and the perils of their impeding self awareness.

The Pearl in Eureka was the anti-Redding where the Red White and Brew Pub is the lower hull of a party cruise the Pearl Lounge is the upper deck where an ice cold cocktail, silk boxers and stainless steel toilets give you that future of New York feeling and everyone had some well-poised personal conversation that could only be understood by their closest pals and there where couples and bartenders in black and I couldn't hear myself play and some folks thought their would be a jazz band playing and old DeVeaux is NOT jazz. but the good folks of Humboldt County (Becky and entourage) came out and made the evening sans dancing quite wonderful and We actually stayed up later on this night than the other.

Now it's off to the green palm of Ashland OR. Never been who knows what they do there.