Spent more time at the hospital with Mr. Manager. He's very amusing after severe blood loss...too bad I get woosy thinking about it.
I'm not participating in the house concert this Saturday for Collected Sounds due to some artist communication problems. No worries though...everything is working out for the best. (And Amy is a saint for putting up with us...
I forgot to mention the fact that a listener/fan(?) sent me an email with the advise that I should stop writing depressing music. What does that mean?! And why do people constantly think I need or want their opinion on my life?! Music is subjective, take it or leave it. Everyone...absolutely EVERYONE is a know-it-all critic.
Yeesh!
