Today, Ill head down to Tuebingen to see my friend Dima and get my guit-fiddle.  I dont have the patience right now (or motivation) to learn any more songs on the banjo.  Its hard.  There are books, of course, but its not the type of instrument that should be learned alone. It should be taught by old frailers to young ones on a front porch somewhere in appalachia.  Although, I did meet a gentleman the other night named John Sebastian. Yes, of the Lovin' Spoonful. And he said he learned it outside of appalachia. 

Anyway, my buddy Tyler and I mosied into a jazz bar in the old town, banjo tones drawing us in.  This dude was tearing up the banjo, frailing. we asked him during his break where he learned to clawhammer. He said his dad taught him, but that it wasnt his favorite instrument to play. Evidently he is an amzing guitartist.  He played with the Ray Charles Band and said he'd travelled all over playing music.  At the time, we had no clue we were talking to the guy who played woodstock, wrote 'daydream', 'do you believe in magic' and 'summer in the city' and was the American response to the british invasion. (he spoke with a Greenwich British accent-- what a punk). Quite a surprise, eh?

Well, yesterday was my last day at the dreadful Planetactive.  No more number punching, no way. 

Im off to read Bartleby.