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This week has a whole lot of week packed into the week. I don't think I regret my decisions, but it's something that kept me up so late last night that there's also been a lot of morning in my morning. SO much morning, in fact, that I went to bed this morning, got up this morning and went the Hell back to bed this morning, getting up BARELY in time for it to still be morning.

It takes its toll, all this non-regret.

Tonight I host my Morsbergers Open Mic w Sharif, tomorrow Rowan hosts VOM 202, and Tuesday I run my SPARK open mic w featured artist Georgie Jessup. Wednesday night I'm solo in my Lair, Thursday we rock Annapolis at the Dark Horse, and Friday we get the night off before gathering as a five-piece band for Music in the Heights house concert in Broadlands, VA. Which - honestly - is a pretty amazing way to see us as a five-piece. We will thoroughly be ourselves, and you'll be right there with us.

And then Sunday I get a twofer, hosting the FocusMusic Annual Meeting and Jam before racing back to Catonsville for Morsbergers again.

Enough week to make you weak. Enough morning to make you mourn.

Madness.

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I'm in the upward arc of my swing, and excited about the week. I'm sure eventually I'll plummet down and dread it, but I've learned to Live with, and Love, my ever-shifting moods. 

Last night involved very little sleep as I tossed, turned, pummeled my pillows, caught my hair in tangles and dreaded the coming dawn and accompanying birdsong, all while skating over the existential dread that seems to fill me to the brim if I lie down and quit moving. 

Finding that middling ground where you're in Love with the beauty of it all, overwhelmed to the point that you almost can't stand it, finding the temporary nature of US as almost a relief rather than a terror. It's a knife-edge of mood and sleep deprivation and sensory input reflecting the acts of playing just enough music and reading too much cyberpunk, reveling in light and noise and rust.

Go see something. Open your ears and listen. Open your mouths to sing. But maybe, just maybe, not to talk. There's too much talk these days.

- rob
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