Emily started as a classical oboist and still plays it at shows. I decided the world needs an oboe joke and to fill the need myself.
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I’m the guy that goes out every night to hear music. That’s the first thing people think of me. I’m the guy with scores of friends, my therapist is amazed. I think she’s just surprised that anyone would even talk to me. No, I’m not running myself down, that’s a joke son, just a joke. Yesterday was the 19th and the last time I went out or saw a friend in person was the 7th. I didn’t even have a conversation with anyone till the night before. The only thing I needed my voice for was talking to Google. Last night I made my way to the far end of the desert.
The Prozac is making such a difference. I created the On Your Radar event, contacted WFUV about promoting it, and even talked to the Hudson West Festival. I had totally frozen on that. I’m coming back to functionality. I’m even cooking better. Last night I had leftover barbecue country style ribs and made roasted potatoes with parmesan cheese. I haven’t done that in months. I’m feeling almost human.
My brain, body, and computer are all in various states of disrepair. That means postponing the entry I was planning on and addressing the disrepairs.
I didn’t leave the house yesterday. I might not leave today; yet I feel my mental health is improving. Perhaps the Prozac helps, maybe it’s just seeing both my therapist and my psychiatrist. It could just be time. In any even I was able to edit photos yesterday. That’s a start, I have some more difficult things to do but it’s something. The pictures are pretty good.
Welcome to a late-night edition of Wise Madness. The reason it’s late is part of what I’m going to write about. The other part, and the reason I’m not just waiting until tomorrow, is that today Dave Carter’s birthday.
I’ve finally reached the last day of Falcon Ridge. Let’s see if I can remember anything.
today I write about Saturday at Falcon Ridge.
On my third post about Falcon Ridge I finally get to the official start of the Festival. After various mishaps FRFF was running on all cylinders Friday. What I mean by that is that I started my day with bacon and eggs and the Dharma Café; I have simple needs.
The FRFF website says that the festival started on Friday. That’s only if you accept a narrow definition of what the festival is. Thursday should certainly be included as that’s when we have the Lounge Stage. Six solid hours of music. But even that does not encompass the entire festival as many of us arrive on Wednesday. There’s nothing happening at the stages, but the community takes shape. There is always music. That’s where I’ll begin
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