City of Legends

If you were sitting in my family room right now, watching me dance at the keyboard, you’d probably figure out pretty quickly that, despite the fact I am wearing my earbuds, I am listening to Morris Day and the Time performing Jungle Love.  The moves are obvious.

But I am not here to talk about my sublimely masterful footwork.  Nope.  I am just here to say good evening and lay out the schedule as I see it over the next few weeks or so.

I am postponing a final decision on the tracks for Evangelist for two weeks.  This will hem in the production schedule, but it’s my work so I get final say.

No new book until next Spring, if then (we all know how I suck at keeping those promises), tentatively entitled Return of the Ronin.  Of course, I like the title so much I might steal it for a CD.  We shall see.

I am going to spend next week in California.  It was supposed to be this early in the year or solo, but I have ample offers for company and I will not be bored.  I will not be reading in California.  Under my own name.  In any place you’d think to look for me.  Ha!

Thanks to the lovely lady in the poodle skirt for helping me get my head on straight, and I would be remiss if I did not credit the amazing Karla Sasser for her updates form the City Streets Music Festival in Birmingham for helping me keep balanced.

Please, be thinking of the people in Iowa, battling the floods, and those who will continue to be displaced and challenged by our own folly in neglecting the climate until practically too late.  The truth is the Hell on Earth we have manifested in foreign lands seems to be coming home to roost. 

I may be taking on a new crew of proteges.  More on this, perhaps, later.  I am tired and have a busy few days ahead of me.

The boys, with their mother’s help, gave me a nice Father’s Day dinner.