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2004-04-10

THE ALBUM IS DONE!

I'm in Amherst, Massachusetts at U–Mass. And, I have VERY GOOD NEWS. My new album "Thirteen Songs About Love" is done! The CDs just arrived, and I have started shipping them out. If you haven't ordered it yet, now is the time! Also, there is a limited supply of signed, numbered CDs for sale on my web site. Click here to get one. I've also set my site up so that you can buy MP3 downloads of songs from the album for only $0.99 each!

I�m converting the diary entries and photos of my travels into a book. I�m still collecting content, too. So, I�m looking for nice, fun people who can put me up for a few nights, host me, and show me their unique flavor of America. I�m looking forward to learning about your world and writing about our times together! If you think it might be fun to host me for a day or two or three, email me.

Please make sure to include your address and phone number in your email.

I am especially looking for places to stay in the Midwest anywhere between New England and Texas.

Please contact me ASAP if you want to hang out!

If you believe in what I am doing and want to help support me, please do so! Check out my web site. Email me for more information!



US Tour Day 209, Part 2: Toilet Stall. Reno, Nevada.


I excused myself to the men's restroom. The old man in the stall on my left started to get belligerent. He half–grunted–half–shouted, maybe talking to his GI tract or maybe just letting us know how it was going, "Oh yes! Come on now mama! Come out! Yeah! YES YES YES! OOOOOOOHHH! AHHHHH!" Egged on by the shouter in the handicapped stall, the old man on the other side of my stall replied to his captive toilet audience, "I have to admit, I have a weakness for touching women." I peeked under the stall wall to look for clues as to what kind of person he was. He was clearly the kind of person who wore brown loafers and brown socks and had polyester pants. His voice was shaky like a very old man who'd already been drinking and gambling for a few hours that morning. It was 10:30 AM in the casino. This is Reno, Nevada.


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