A visitor writes:
Early one mornin while makin the rounds
And it's true; we can't get enough of "Cocaine Blues" around here. I may have to cover that a lot, once I become a fixture on the Portland acoustic-rock scene. (That's tongue-in-cheek, kids.) In any case, with the book effectively done, I now have to fight the impulse to fret about the future. For the moment the wheels are turning without any involvement on my part, and I would be well advised to pretend that I am, say, an executive sales manager from Wisconsin on vacation at this Arizona country club. Read. Pick up the paintbrush again. Work on my serve.