It seems the writing bug has hit me yet again, in spite of whatever overwhelming wave of neopessimism undergirded the last post.
Okay. I have dark moments. Sue me. So do you. I just happened to forge some articulate, wheedling jeremiad about the matter–instead of engaging a retrograde supplication to alcohol and public self-immolation.
I recently decided I am going to Brazil. I just attended the NAMM show in southern California. I also took my daughter to San Francisco for her birthday. I have reasons to write about all these things. I also have reasons to write half of this in fractured, horrifically-calibrated Portuguese as well, but I will explain that later. Main point is–I’m back. I know a few of you will be happy to hear that.
Come to think of it, so am I.