Been Awhile Since I've Written

Gee folks,
It's been so long since I have written anything here - I had to reset my password 'cause I forgot it and seriously, my dog ate part of my password "cheat sheet" along with all my guitar straps that were made of leather (which is all of them).

I have been working on so many things lately, that I decided to write about them here instead of in an email. Really, I want your feedback on my emails - are they too long, too short? Do you like reading, or are you too busy. Anyway, I am writing here now.

I just got back from "Burning Uke" - a weekend of camping, partying and playing the ukulele. What fun, really. Nothing wild like Burning Man, although I did lead a pagan-like ritual where we danced, chanted, and "burned" the Uke. Normally, when there isn't a fire danger, the giant Ukulele actually gets burned, but this time we couldn't. Instead, I hear it will go on a mini tour to be displayed here and there.


Meanwhile, I have been working with Celina Gutierrez on her upcoming CD, acting as producer and studio musician. Our hope is to have it out by the Holidays. So far, the music is sweet and sounding real nice.

Speaking of CDs - Bob Burnett has just released his CD, "When You Hear Music" and it's available at CD Baby. I am on a few tracks playing percussion, and my first ever credit for playing "Glockenspiel"!

And speaking of the Holidays - I am putting the 2nd annual "Altared Christmas - LIVE" show, this time to be performed at the Cayuga Vault in Santa Cruz, CA. There won't be many seats available, so order tickets NOW, seriously! (Official email to come soon.)

My signs of Peace website is coming along, thanks to the many peace signs you have been sending me. Check it out at www.signsofpeace.com. I am always adding new ones as I get them.

Finally, I just got my taxes done for last year. Late. Awful. I felt like Gollum, twisting and writhing with every turn, looking for old receipts, hissing at the thought of having to look up a number. I am trying, really, to get organized. There is just something about it that I am resisting. Perhaps it is the thought of how it binds me to have to write down mileage every time I get in the car. Oh well, I guess I must adjust.