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Sitting in an apartment sick with a fever in Amsterdam. A Sweet friend Nick rented a flat overlooking a gloriously filthy canal with life bustling all around and trough it. I have been in the city of freedom an debauchery for two nights closing in on a third, never without the shady whisper from the man in the alley "cocaine, ecstasy, cocaine?"
The first sleeping experience must have been one of the more satirical attempts at sleep i have ever had.
Starting with a pouted decision to go to bed due to sickness I tried to fall asleep at 11pm only to be joined by 15 cockney rocker chicks. Shouting at the top of their lungs every terrible 80's pop song they could think, with interludes of sports team chants and dog barks, surely they were drunk beyond belief and high out of their minds on ecstasy. After forty minutes of serenade from them with hopes of actually falling asleep, the ogre of a sleeper on the top bunk above Jerzy starting snoring like a cartoon bear and moaning like goofy when he first wakes up. Hacking every once in a while and spastically sitting up every few minutes i could not help but laugh through my feverish delirium. Once he finally found a sweet spot on his side, the frustrated french boy across the room had put ear plugs in in order to sleep so he could not hear the carousel music that was screaming out of his phone for the next five minutes. Then the phone when off, the ogre stopped snoring and the cockney rockers were out chanting in the streets. I would be able to sleep....but no, the dolled up drunken rockers returned in full force and the cycle started again. What an introduction to Amsterdam.
so much more to share, delirium setting in..

Brooklyn Botanical Garden

Apollos chatty red velvet chairs

City life is an odd mix of fantasy and upset. I wish meth didn't exist, no good comes from is as clearly illustrated by meth doing street dwellers. It steals their daemons. There is this overwhelming sense of insanity when you have everyone and everything you "need" in a square mile yet some deep satisfaction is absent. Not enough nature to stay grounded but so much culture and opportunity you feel like you can fly.
I walked through Harlem yesterday and was shoved off guard not knowing if I was to be received with a smile or a face punch. We arrived at 4pm and walked in the back door of the Apollo, Gillian and I trudging through the thick air of nervousness and excitement streaming out of all the contestants pores. So much history in that building, I could feel Ella Fitzgerald's notes lingering in the velvet.
Fuck Yeah to Gillian Harwin chilling all spines with Lola and "miss Celia's blues". Ms. Yinger, Senor Ewald and my self, seated in the lower mezzanine, whooped and yeehawed until it hurt, and then a little more to ensure the proper outcome of the audience judged performances. Gil got third in the semi finals witch is outrageously exciting(it's now up to text message votes for the 2nd 3rd and 4th place winners to see who advances to the finals... vote gil. http://www.apollotheater.org/amateur_night_voting.html. star3).... i rubbed the stump.

The Moving Motivations

I am attempting to satiate the gypsy wanderlust that was injected into me at birth. With fresh heart wounds I am searching for healing peace...in New York. Ha. Brooklyn mostly, and it sure as hell is healing. There is so much to remind me why life is excitingly lovely. Sweet Georgia Brown (for instance), the raunchy blues diva: too much crack, flabby armed big titted woman, boozin hard in tight lingerie.. just how the blues should be.
I am traveling from the lovely land of the Bay where my heart was crushed and mistreated, to Brooklyn where i am finding sleep, coffee, music and friends. Then i scooter to France, Chinon to be specific, to watch a "big brother" get married to the lady he loves. Then maybe Amsterdam with one of my favorites. Then Kauai where i reunite with an amazing family i have just discovered. On the island i will work on a mushroom farm, live and work on a ginger/cacao farm, make essential oils and moonshine, eat the fruit from what ever tree hangs low enough...
not too bad i guess
I have amazing people in my life and feel boundlessly fortunate for it. got a lot of love to give and i get a lot back. that's luck