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.