STUPOR MUNDI

"So you gonna give me some money or what? Am I selling something? No, I ain't selling nothing! See, you give me money so I can by myself a cup of coffee -- one dollar, two dollars, so I can buy a cup of coffee. I'm homeless! I got no home, no place to live. What? No, I don't take credit cards! Well, OK, what you got?"

This is one of those weeks where I get to do a whole lot of music. A lot. Like as much as might have been bitten off and chewed back in the heyday of TJT, all the carving out of material, the preparation, the tossing aside, the guessing games, the breakthroughs. It brings back old feelings, breeds lots of new ones, makes you want to turn navelward and just gaze into the distance. Writing, playing, wondering, dreaming... it's beautiful, messy, and what I love.

And so today I find myself just a tiny bit mental. But a whole lot grateful, really, for the beast that it is.