Oh, dear, don't swell my head, make my knee not swell. Anyway a bigger head would mean more place for the crawling bugs to dwell, and as the song says, "...and that a'int good..!"

Toddle along, the more to do the less the ringing in the ears is noticeable. Sang carols at the university this noon, listened to choirs from Bach's music to present..(while even before him to be honest). Playing tonight with a brass sextet, or there might even be 8 of us, don't know. Just a fun farewell gig at a bar we frequent after band on Wednesday nights, an improv thing from little books used in ages past by bands. If you ever see those, snap them up, lots were published monthly so bands had gig music. Good stuff. I have to rummage around, I usually donate music to the university when I buy it, I mean old stuff at flea markets thats in a1 condition. You know if you do that and stamp your name in the front it ends up in a database and you become, 'eventually' perpetual. Now there's a mouthful.

Tomorrow I have nothing planned, so watch for a guy, a dog, a pickup, and a camera. You never know.

I really think there ought to be a pg music sponsored retreat in the warm, sunny, south. We'd have to tell the wives, g/f's, kids, etc. "I have to go, sorry." Oh you can come too...but.

See people are lining up as I type.

See ya. Thanks again.

John Conley
Musica est vita