thursday or mabey friday ......17th 19th somewhere mabey 3 3:30 in the morning underwater ............. the sax player knew all the words....... the sailor could sing man , and if you really went under you met faith ....... we woke up in Eugean went to bed in Hood River woke up in Portland played that night in Ashland .... ate well, slept less , played and played ... for dinner, for beds for coffee forever and then played more escorted by the sooth sayers...... the gilted undertones........ the long scarfs.......... they walk so much slower here......... they talk in tones........