Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

God, I have so much to catch up on.  Guess I’ll go backwards.

Just got back from the Mast where I met D. and we sat talking with Cliff and Sam and Godfrey.  Godfrey told us his "Frida" story — the origins of his rather unbecoming nickname.

I’ve been training Madeline to take my job — I’m starting on St. Patrick’s Day at Muze.  I’m very relieved to be getting out of Lintas finally.  And this job is just a short walk from my apartment, on Broadway between Wythe and Dunham Place, right cattycorner from the Right Bank.  And, one block away from D.’s pad!  My work week is Wed. thru Sun., 12 noon to 8:00.  It will take some getting used to — D.’s schedule being different and all.  But I can’t wait.

D. and I are getting along so well.  Yesterday I went with him to his dad’s 60th birthday party at Senior’s in Brooklyn.  It was only a little hair-raising.  D. gave his dad a great bike for his birthday.

Saturday night Jeff and I played at Room Temperature.  It was a country-night thing organized by Laura Cantrell and hosted by her boyfriend from the World Famous Blue Jays.  We played four songs, as did most people, and got a fairly good response.  There were a lot of great country acts and we had a lot of fun and made thirty bucks to split.

Friday night was our big gig at the Ships Mast.  We played three sets, probably 2-1/2 hours of music, and made $120 to split.  In the third set, which was the only one I fucked up on taping, a guy named Pat sat in with us on guitar.  He played some tasty leads and we would add breaks to let him take solos.

I have so much more to tell but I’m falling asleep…