Tonight I went to an open mike in London and saw a man get up and perform "The End Of The Innocence," one of my favorite songs when I was a kid. The guy gets up and says, I wrote this song a while ago, and Don Henley bought it off me to play on his album. And proceeds to sing.

My landlady is giving an impromptu singing lesson downstairs, at midnight, to a man who sings Indian-inspired folk music.

I am working on a secret project for Amanda Palmer.

I just got back from Dublin, and Belfast, and Edinburgh-- to the Fringe Festival, which was fantastic-- saw lots of friends, had lots of wonderful late night conversations, and the very deep realization that I am happiest when my life is moving at some sort of trapeze-act-circus pace.

Tomorrow I meet with musicians to do something that may well end up looking like rehearsal. And the next day. And the day after that.

I am really excited. And exhausted. And happy. And well aware that I am well overdue in posting a new song, and all I can offer is: soon. Very soon.

I have plans for my next album and I haven't even made my first one yet. And ideas for a music video.

Do yourself a favor and go out on the internet and find yourself a copy of Nick Cave's The Ship Song. Play it late at night. Preferably while in someone's arms.