2003-04-08 - 5:51 p.m.

I got a guitar bag full of a guitar and a bunch of other stuff I can't possibly need, just in case, like a boy scout with a tourniquet and instructions in his backpack.

To drive a point home that's already been driven home but it escaped, I'm playing tonight at the Abbey.

TBA is following me up, in the last slot. Unless TBA is a clever band name, maybe there ain't anyone scheduled to play after me, and I can play an hour set.

Getting over a cold nonwithstanding, I'm prepared to play for four hours. I think I can handle one.

COME. SEE. ME. PLAY.