Doing much better today,though I feel like I am in Nostalgia-ville.I got a message today from an old friend of mine Beth.She Lives in Atlanta now,But back in the day we used to hang out alot.We traveled together some when we were hippies(everyone I knew was about 15 years ago)
We were forever singing and passing the guitar and drinking whiskey.She was reminiscing about my old apartment that I had when I was about 17.It was a very very strange place,It was actually my studio,but everyone practically lived there.She was saying that was the place that she learned about music and style and life.I understand what she was talking about though.That studio was where I learned alot of things.

I loved that place so much that I moved back into the same building 13 years later...to the day.I was so young back then.I didn't think so at the time though.I was playing at the world weary artist.I was taking loads of drugs and people were dying left and right.That studio was my little hide out.I made it into a little den of hedonism.Thusly everyone who passed time there remembers it as a tiny slice of wonderland,because there were always a bunch of strange charicters there when you showed up(drag queens living in the closet and such).I don't think that I ever slept.I spent the night at other people's houses to sleep.

But to be reminded of it thru someone elses eyes,it makes me go right back there.It was a very special time.I miss alot of the people that were my family then,but most of them have moved off to different parts of the country.hm.