dozy guitarist

it's official. it seems i can play the my damn songs in my sleep now. i was having a minor practice session (seeing as how there's a show on saturday, where i get to pull the full complement out of my hat), and i'd gotten as far as "judd nelson" when i suddenly realized that i had no recollection of playing the middle of the song. and i must have, because i'm not much good at compartmentalizing my music. it was odd, to say the very least.

petit flashback: it was raining, and three of us had the misfortune to be slogging down broadway on our way to canal street...i'd just knocked this one's contact lens out with my umbrella, on to the oh-so-sanitary streets of soho...and promptly found it again, through some miracle. which may have been explained by...the giant, massive wooden cross lying on its side not a block away from us. was it fate? luck? divine inspiration? we didn't know. but we did know just the right thing to say, the only thing one can really say in that situation:

"jesus christ."