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I dreamt Nicole Kidman and Mick Jagger were married and lived in an apartment we visited, nicely laid out; she had her own room. I wanted to respectfully acknowledge her film career but she suddenly dismissed me for a moment of privacy. I rejoined Diana who was walking (through a hall along an indoor pool) with Julia, another woman friend of Mr. Jagger. They were commenting on the ugliness of the art. I liked it. Peter

Say, those high fallutin' Sparks are back with a new album and a concert in the park!

"Thank you mama for the nine months you carried me through."

I lost a particularly detailed blogger here. Remember to save your work. I cannot recreate it. Why must my brain be so parsimonious about expressing details?

We're back from our Honeymoon on the independent island of St. Kitts where we stayed at Ottley's Plantation Inn and had a wonderful amazing time.

Eric Lippe called back this morning. I asked him to photograph our wedding (Thank you Julia Schell, Bob Strain, Kathleen Sweeney, Tyr Throne and Orin Buck).

Eric was in Tennessee documenting the showtoppling performances of the Trachtenburgs, Langhorn Slim and James Brown.

He also said that Aaron Wilkenson passed away. I remember Aaron as a songwriting, guitarplaying singer with a uniquely south western US style, he also ran lights and sound at SideWalk for many sets including a few of my own. He was always a welcome presence and his youthful condition in no way prepared one for its organic demise.

(I spoke with Jon Berger since then, who reminded me that Aaron was also once part of the band, The Moldy Peaches. )

A substance abuse doctor is visiting St. Kitts to further research of that pro-choice spiral with assistance from monkeys drafted from the rain forest.

Tourists plied with rum also assist.

Gleeful paranoics agree, the island's veterinary school and the animal testing facility do whatever they can to keep funded. Help stamp out substance abuse!

Fibrillations synchronize into a pulse pounding steadily as the story progresses.

The rain pounded down harder than I'd ever heard seen or felt it, and it was, after all, the day of the shower.

I know I don't have much to add. I do have some innovative new material in the form of songs I've been performing live. The need to watch television for the news was quite time-consuming. Other activities involve getting married, soon. I've also completed post production for Songs of The Golf Wars, my new CD.

It's great to hear Kenny Davidsen's CD, Goodnight Baby, which is production perfect. I hope you like Queen. I hope you like songs getting stuck in your head. He's phenomenal, and rather personal.

Filmmakers can be powerful. I saw Commando with Arnold Schwarzenegger (1986) and saw sown in it the seeds of war for 2003.

The Last Two Jews in Kabul by the man who wrote Harry and Tonto directed by George Ferencz at La MaMaETC is sure fire entertainment with a spectacular set.