November 2009 Archives
November 25, 2009 Brought My Doctor's Note, Let Me In
Since Monday the influx of well-wishing I've received has been so moving to me that though I despair of conveying how much I mean what I say here, I still want to try. So: thank you so, so much. May I someday prove worthy of your goodness, your kindness. It's overwhelming, and inspires more gratitude than I could really tell you about. It is hard to put me at a loss for words, but here we are, so again: thank you.
And now the news: I have the all-clear to proceed, at full strength, without mercy, from Friday forward. I will be quite eager to show off just how potent the healing elixirs have been. And for those who sometimes express concern over my longer-term prospects, please let me put you at ease: I always get up no matter how many times I get knocked down and no matter how big the things that knock me down may get. I am descended from a race of giants who age like trees. One of them, over the course of his life, wrote so many songs that my present total pales by comparison, and toured until his feet fell off. My goal is to have my likeness replace his over the family hearth.
See you in D.C.!
November 23, 2009 John D. to Doctor, Cancels Orlando and St. Augustine, Pledges Fealty
Dear Citizens of Orlando and St. Augustine,
You know how much I love you, I hope, but I am too sick to play tonight and tomorrow. That is all there is to it. I live up the road from you, and I'm going back up that road this morning to see my doctor. I will be back as soon as I can to make this up to you, if I have to walk it. OK maybe not if I have to walk. That is like a stupid long walk. I am really, really sorry about this. Tried to push through but - well, as a former nurse, I could give you a pretty vivid description of some secretions this morning; I always took pride in my charting. But I will spare you, and probably regale you with long stories about it between songs when I see you next.
Dear Citizens of Washington, D.C., Philadelphia, Boston, and New York,
I will be resting in a pyramid of chakra-renewing violet fire, etc., from now until Thursday, reclaiming the energy stolen from me by whatever evil bacteria/virus/alien life form has been tormenting me for the last several days. I expect to obtain my return-to-work papers from the doctor tomorrow and to get right back on the road in time for the D.C. show & all further points north.
yours in the expectation of fuller more radiant health,
November 17, 2009 In An Alternate Universe, This Post Would Be A Tweet
And frankly, nobody should be surprised if it does come to that at some point, dynamic nature of the web being what it is and the pointlessness of resisting dominant paradigms w/o compelling political motives to do so being the transparently silly thing the ever-present future has exposed it as. Or strongly suggested it to be. Jury still out. Anyhow. WFMU emergency marathon goin' on. They played our stuff when other people couldn't handle the Unbending Truth Of The Grinding Wheel. Their programming cures diseases you don't even know about before they hit the street. Their premiums are so rad. So throw a bone their way if you got one! The band thanks you.