So I finally have a few minutes so I'm posting some crap up here. First of all, thanks to everyone who came out and saw me play Friday. It was way cool. Especially thanks to Savannah, Pat, Carl and the Brockport kidz, Hitli$t, 17th Class and everyone who gave me money for a CD. Too bad the Young Ones couldn't play. I was looking forward to seeing them. One of their dogs was on stage when I played though. Here's a new poem about being young.

*Frail Youth*

We are the ones who reach out our arms just to touch the sky
We are the ones who dance 'round and 'round in circles
We are the ones who believe dogs can talk
We are the ones you can call when you just need someone to be there because something terrible's happened
We are the ones who write little things in our little books for no one to ever read
We are the ones that you see marching through the streets at 2am blowing on stolen trombones in a paganistic procession
We are the ones that understand individual strands of yarn in a tapestry that covers the wall

We are young
We are alive and proud
We are all strange
And we are all revolutionary

We are the ones who break mirrors and sprinkle the shattered glass in the driveway just to prove there's no such thing as luck
We are the ones who dream of being cowboys, astronauts, presidents when we grow old, lose our hair and with it our fighting spirit
We are the ones that will run into the middle of a POSTED wood and proclaim our love at the top of our lungs with arms wide
We are the ones with broken hearts that cut ourselves with that same shattered mirror from a few lines up alone in a dark and empty room
We are the ones pounding on guitars or banging on drums in some illegal assembly at some overly romantic location
We are the ones that fall in and out of love constantly
We are the ones that scare you because you remember when you were like us and you secretly long for those days to come back again in some quite, desparate nostalgia
But you are set in yr ways and will never live again as we do

We are young
We are alive and proud
We are all strange
And we are all idealists

My friend said this song is good: Patife - Carnival