Dash for the finish line.

Not much time to write lately. And not much inspiration. Just working all the time, selling some records, trying to make ends meet, doing my damndest to get thru to Christmas...

Still tho, managing to have some fun on the way. Despite myself.

Had a late-night field trip to Times Square last night to meet Mattie and Jo at an irish music session. Then walked about in the rain and got drenched while they got food.

Spent Thanksgiving in self-imposed solitude. Walked all over the city. Had a nice quiet dinner at an indian restaurant. Was actually pretty great for a holiday.

Now I'm working straight thru for a while. Finishing off a few more pieces for musicwrite. Get a couple days off in a row next week, and run down to D.C. to see The Pixies. Which will be awesome. And will make the next couple weeks bearable. Mostly tho, it's keep my head down and sprint to make it to the 24th and the bus out of NYC. Then, it's christmas, family, friends, Charlottesville. Throw a dance party. See friends. Shake up my life a little. Sleep. Have many cheap (and free) drinks. And take a few minutes where I remember who I am, get my bearings, and get ready to tear into another year.

Gonna be a fun December. Wreck my life, and then take on 2005 with all systems go and the Strummer Effect at full-blast. The next couple weeks are just what happens to get me there.

-PAR

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