I recently heard a techno remix of Riders On The Storm with a rapped interlude by a woman with a flight attendant type voice saying something about car brands. I thought I was in a dream.

I rounded all my gear up and assembled yesterday. I have spent a large portion of the past two days listening to all the half tracks I have done for my record that we will be starting the home stretch for around the15th. I have not listened to most of them in 6 months. They sound good. Im happy. But of course the insecure artist in me asks, Well maybe they just sound good because of what you have been listening to?

I am home. I have been home for two weeks. I have a two-week adjustment period. I know this because I am old enough to know this about myself. Also, I have switched from touring to writing to recording to doing nothing to working enough times in my life to know how long it takes for me to feel adjusted. Therefore I am home today.

In six months nothing has changed. Jon sill calls me too late. Dav and I play phone tag. Chris and I have breakfast. Dave listens and teaches me things, and gives me elaborate birthday gifts that are completely too much but I take anyway (like the refurbished Squire Tele he gave me today, which I appreciate so much as I am minus an electric guitar). Jackie is almost like my boyfriend. Mom and Dad made me dinner. I am so lucky. I am so lucky that I left for 6 months and nothing changed.

Well, I guess one thing has changed. It is midnight and it is past my bedtime. GN

xo,d

P.S. Oh Yeah I cant wait for you all to hear Whats So Great About Her. Its so retarded.