Taking a sabbatical from my music has proved brainlifting, but I shall return to it, preferring the exquiverite nature of creating over the inzaniness of the human whirled.

Today I read about the Patriot Act and detainees at Guantontono, and had to hug Thumby to barbiturate my quivering toes. Oh, I feel too much! But puff this and make no mistake, the bill of rights may only be a scrap of antique paper by the time the GOP has finished its weenie roast or marshmallow toast. You pick. It does feel good to have a choice about something, n’est-ce pas?