September 12, 2002 02:17 AM
Remarkable. Tonight at midnight as I took a shower, I kept hearing a repetitive thud. As I was drying off with the towel, it continued outside the bathroom somewhere. When I opened the door and entered the bedroom, I was startled to see the source of the sound. There was a bird rapidly flapping his wings with his beak pressed to the glass outside the window. The light from the bathroom illuminated his wings as he went up and down, up and down trying to fly through the glass. I took this as a sign, a message sent through the center of my body.
Leaving in a few hours for the airport. I don’t know if I will get the chance to write until I get home from Portugal. I usually have a difficult time falling asleep in my bed before a big journey. Looking forward to sleep on the plane.
It has been a joy having Bill Rieflin here rehearsing for the performance this Saturday night. We have worked up a new ‘lively blues’ version of Blood On Your Hands.