I told Dewey, Rico, Ogg, and Fingers that I'd meet up with them later, then began my normal ritual of wandering
. Just me and my backpack
, a notebook and pen, Jennifer Bartlett's novel (a marked contrast from the Hank Williams
bio the rest of the band was reading), the NME
. Tapes: Brötzmann
' Punch the Clock
and Imperial Bedroom
, a homebrew Stax Records
's Blow'n Chunks
... Do I have any spare batteries?
I thought about calling Amanda, but remembered her "You don't have to call me all the time" admonition when I called from a booth in Jackson - she could feel my "I love you" and "I miss you" from miles away, phone or no phone. Or maybe she just hates the impromptu serenades?
"cravin' yo' affections
sufferin' bad connections
shovin' quarters in a phone
to prove mah lurve 2 u
Blind Pablo Hershkowitz, ladies and gents! Two shows nightly! Hide your daughters!