What is it about spring that seems to make everything go a little bit crazy? It feels as though every moment is some kind of new adventure, as if every night I go out I never quite know what might happen. I've been spending the last couple of weeks going to shows, writing poetry, working my ass off in school, but having a whole lot of fun somehow too. Last weekend my friends Kath, Jay and I went out to Springfield Lake (for you springfield people the "girl scout camp") and drank cheap beer. Then we dared ourselves into walking out into the darkness, of course scaring each other the whole way, but no one wanted to back down. Finally Jay says, "you know, if you come out this far, you're just asking for it"...and Kath and I are turned around, headed back to the basket-o-pabst waiting for us on the bridge. I felt like I was in high school again, but it was kind of fun.
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Charlie Parker was always too smacked out and late for gigs to handle the administration part of bein' a band leader, so Miles Davis had to step and fulfill said duties. That's why he was such a good band leader when he struck out on his own. You should go visit Parker's grave here in Kansas City, it's pretty cool (a whole lot better than goin' t'see that fuckin' ugly copper bust of him on Eighteenth and Vine). I was late gettin' to the S.D. show as well. I didn't think it would start that early either. You really should go to the Rev. on Wednesday (I wish I could, but somebody has to win the bread around here) and make sure you get there for the Supersuckers, they are really good.
-J