I'm finally starting to believe I'll live. Nasty migraine, and I didn't even drink much (less than a glass of wine and a taste of Lagavulin. You HAVE to (at least) taste 18 year-old single malt.

So now I'm not feeling like hammered dog crap, I've managed to eat something, it's a beautiful day out, AND I have a couple new CDs to enjoy.!

I gotta say Joe just owns the stage, even if it's a house concert and there's no stage. He can be hilarious and turn around and sing a beautiful, evocative piece of aural poetry. Plus, his mandojobanjolin is really cool.