My meeting with M.Ted
He passed me outside, stopped for a moment, and we shared a few brief words about something harmless - the weather or the amount of music or something. As he left to go wherever it was he was trying to get, I said, with all the tact and sensitivity of a person who got 3 hours of bad sleep the night before, something like "Hey, who are you?" and looked at his button. I didn't even know you were planning on being there!

Guitar help is always welcome, but therenever seems to be enough time, and there are always 2 or 3 other places you want to be.

Dan, I think the only two songs I sang were 1) at the Rick Fielding workshop, and 2) at the Sunday night concert. That last was a last minute decision. One shouldn't stuff one's self full of turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy, peasandcarrots, etc, run off for a bladder break when one thinks one has time, run back up those damned stairs when one hears "Jeri's up...anybody seen Jeri," THEN immediately launch into a song. I just put new strings on the fiddle before I left home. They were not only fresh, but a new type, too, and I hadn't quite gotten used to them. They don't allow me to play too quietly - if I try, they squawk. Wish I'd played more, wish I'd sung more, wish I'd gotten to more workshops, and I wish I could have gotten more sleep. When someone manages to invent a transporter, I hope they figure out time travel, too.