Sandman's Journal

I'm battling to not lose my voice. Drats. We're in Madison tonight. Last night's show in Milwaukee was not what I'd planned. It's a long story, but we chose not to play at the house we were scheduled for. Instead, I met up with the friends who came to see me (and their friends) and we hiked up to this hill to a reservoir overlooking the city and I played there. It was a pleasant experience. A woman named Ebie let us crash on her sofas.