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Posted by mobile phone:

Folks, I’ve never been anything but honest with you on the ‘tumor. I’m an old style straightshooter. I tell iit like it is.

Like I’m willing to tell you that the place is miserably trashed. Looks like a landfill threw up around here. All the talk about picking up trash and crap fell entirely on deaf ears with these people. Nodbob and one of our other peoples muscled their way up to rail for the Tool show (not me, brother), and were beset by hyper-belligerant drunks wired up on speed or crank or something. There was no overt violence, but it sounded like it was in the mail.

Tool had a pretty sweet laser light show, but it did nothing to make me like the music any more. Bunchs of folk may disagree, bully on them.

But what I’d like to be honest with you about is the fact that I wish I was still 20 and balls to the wall carefree (or, as much as a halfway decent dad at 20 could be), because wandering this place, at night, when its cooled off, with a headful of tripping would be a learning experience. Alas, its the relatively straight and narrow for me. Like James Brown before me, I’m high on God. Or life, whichever it was.

Indeed.

(Word from the farm, Jens in the hospital for induction as of 9 this morn. Wooo!)

Today is a big day. Ween, Spoon, and Franz Ferdinand (whom MastaG refused to let me see, as they’re his favorite) are all playing simultaneous sets, then Police at 9 (meh) then the jewel in todays crown, the fabulous Flaming Lips at midnite. Woot.

Catch you all later, stay out of the sun!

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