“it’s too late to stop now; you know it’s too late to stop now, baby.”

swinging the world by the tail;
bouncing over a white cloud–
killing the blues.”

the falls in fog

I forgot to take a comb. okay, well I didn’t really forget; I just didn’t care enough to bother.
fingers work too. sort of.

Debbie and I are braving the passes tomorrow to see Barrett play over on the westside. neither of us are (is?) willing to try putting chains on tires so we’ll see if it materializes. Barrett’s my good friend but I’ve never actually seen him play before. we went to a show together once, Andres Segovia in London not long before his death. it was one of those peak experiences.