for all the poker players: (bad) luck of the draw
an auspicious number 29.
bearing certain resemblances to #21's "out like a lamb". equally owesome to mr tom waits. i'm just enchanted by this gritty and downtrodden feel. when i'm not making something obscenely upbeat and catchy, that is. it is new to me and very fun.
several peoplefolk said to me, "so, all done with songaday, eh?" and i said several times, "anope. 30 days every time." my month. sorry for the confusion.
tomorrow we say goodbye and farewell. thursday we rock o'briens. friday we get on a plane.
viva la doinglotsofstuff.
i won't start waxing all maudlin and thankful and thoughtful until then. but rest assured i will, complete with an anti-climactic final song.