. . . literally.  I'm not sure I even touched my guitar this past month.  And it was lovely.  I needed a break.  I needed my friends.  I needed to scream, lose my voice, go out - not perform, have a few drinks, not drive 7 hours a day, not sit on the computer.  Not that I'm complaining - I love what I do - but it was good to take a breather. 
I did play one song with the cast of Wicked at their "Under the Covers" event.  I wore pajamas and sang between Elphaba and Glinda doing covers by Neil Young and the like.  The next day I saw one of my best friends: Merideth Kaye Clark (aka Girl Robot) go on as the green witch in Wicked and cried my eyes out.  Then I basically took in San Diego - the bars, the restaurants; saw friends, laid around Balboa Park - even went to a casino (didn't gamble) - went on some dates(!!!), saw some great bands (Gray Ghosts!), sat poolside, got my car towed . . . 
It was good to slow down. Then it was finally time to play again, so I grabbed a musician friend (JT Spangler) and headed out to play for the Military and their families at El Centro Naval Base.  After the show, we ended up playing covers all night with 50+ helicopter pilots. We took shots from dixie cups while 2 guys had a "cock fight" with inflatable penises.  It was all very classy. 
And now I'm in NorCal.  Last night I played for a bunch of filmmakers at an awards ceremony.  Stay tuned for a bunch of new music videos (I hope :)
So basically, it's back to work, back to the road.  I'm tired, I'm seriously dehydrated, but I'm ready.  :)

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