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the band comes out to san francisco next week
to start work on the next record.
mark and marshall are coming up too.
the whole gang.
i can’t wait.
i am in love with some of the new songs…
but that’s how it should be, i guess.

i wish i had written ‘the scientist’.
i’m not the hugest coldplay fan, but that song crushes.
johnette napolitano, ex-concrete blonde,
does a version that just turns my insides out.
it decimates.
i listened to it on repeat last night while i fell asleep.
spooky dreams.

she has my most favorite of female voices.
her and pj harvey.
and ann wilson, from heart.

if i understood technology, i would post the song for you
… but i don’t.
so hop on over to itunes and give johnette your $.99
it’s worth it.
or check out ‘tomorrow wendy’ from the concrete blonde
record ‘bloodletting’. the third and fourth verses feel like
getting kicked by a horse…. if getting kicked by a horse
meant feeling glorious and majestic and hollowed out
and alive.
same with ‘joey’.
or ‘god is a bullet’

music is everything.
not this industry. not the artists. not the hype.
the music. the song. the performance. the voice!!
we are all so lucky.

i am sitting in the denver airport.
i have had ‘goodbye earl’ by the dixie chicks stuck in my head all morning.
i just ate mexican food.
the kid sitting directly across from me is chewing his salad
with his mouth open.
i say kid, but he is my age.
his chewing is only part of the problem.
he also has an enormous face.
oh man, i am such a dick..
he is chewing like someone would chew big pieces of metal
if they were trying not to cut the inside of their mouth.
it is hard to watch, but i am drawn in
like a tractor beam.
there are birds flying in the terminal.
i half expect one of them to swoop down onto his lip
and start feeding from his open mouth.
yep. i know. gross.
he is with a beautiful red haired girl.
i imagine she is an actress. in plays.
who lives in brooklyn.
and she is drawn to men who eat like her dad…or something.
that’s the only way i can explain it.
he is also wearing one of those caps that someone named
‘pip’ would wear. or some kid in ‘newsies’.
i think i am grumpy.
this feels like a twitter post.
yuck.

i’ve done it tons of times before…
catch a cab from my friend’s apartment on the upper west side.
i’ve been staying with him for 10+ years.
it’s my home base in NYC…
but never, ever, ever, in my life of getting taxi’s have i EVER dreamed
that i would say to the driver.. ’i need to go to the david letterman building.’
crazy!

by the time i post this, i’ll have already played.
hopefully we won’t suck.
hopefully we’ll look cool.
it airs friday.
he films two shows on monday, so he has a 4 day week.
the guest tonight is martha stewart…
but the guest could be the kid that kicked the shit out of me
on the playground in grade school, i could care less….
I AM PLAYING DAVID LETTERMAN!

we rehearsed and did camera blocking already.
the studio is just as cold as i have always heard.
and the building is tiny. and cramped.
but i would play on top of a glacier, in my underpants,
wedged into a happy meal box for dave.
letterman is my jam!
growing up, i was too young for carson…
conan wasn’t around yet.
so dave was everything. he had soul.
and, to me, he only gets more soulful.
like a blues singer.

a year ago, we left tour in athens’ georgia to play conan.
my head was SPINNING.
now i’m on letterman.
i feel calmer now, but even further out of my head… if that makes any sense.
im gonna shake his hand. and smile. and try not to puke.
this record is inexhaustible.
it keeps giving me things i can cross off my dream list.
i am beyond tired and burned out lately.
promo has been constant and kicking my ass.
but right now, none of that matters…
cause i am in new york city and
I AM PLAYING DAVID LETTERMAN!