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Good Morning Folks.

It's four a.m. and I'm wide awake and alone, so it's a good time to say "hi", yes? I've got bit of a tummy ache... what did I eat last night? At least I've got all the windows open this lovely summer's dawn, and I'm feeling lucky to be in my private space. However, I'm realizing the sound of this typing is a bit intrusive to the quiet of four in the morning. But I go on.

So I played at the Palette and Chisel Academy of Fine Arts on Wednesday, and I have to tell you it was a total trip. I must tell you from the beginning. Matty Poo and I were trying to find the darned place, and we knew we were really close. Looking around me, I was totally stoked because all the buildings were actually these big old historic, city mansions. I was totally imagining something else. Then I saw this one amazing house and I started jumping up and down, wishing it would be it, and as we got closer, it was it!! Boy oh boy! It was my favorite one - there was a huge, tall window with a grand piano just sittin' there. So we walk in, and I really had no idea what to expect. All Matty Poo had to tell me was that there was a grand piano and I said yes (I'm almost always on something electric). Anyhow, it was an art exhibition and it began to dawn on me that it would really be inappropriate to scream "I never wanted your baby anyway." As a side note, I have an incredibly hard time remembering how to play all my songs, so I generally like to stick to the ones that are easy to play. I know that's kinda bad, but I'm more entertained by making new music. Do you feel me? Soooo, this change in plan was starting to make me a little nervous... but I melted into this piano like butter. True, she was a bit clunky and pitchy, but I loved every moment of it. They opened the windows and the evening was just fabulous - with all this art around me, and the summer breeze and the trees and the cars. As it turned out, the gig gave me a chance to try out a bunch of new stuff, as the new material seems to be all weird and arty. (No pop tunes in this new batch.) And I made mistakes, but I think I was able to smooth it over 'cause the piano's lower register all bled into each other.

So as I reflect, the night turned out to be perfect. Matty Poo and I packed up and got a sandwich at Subway and bid adieu. And how lovely it was - no heaving keyboard to carry up to my nest, in heels, at midnight. Whew! I tucked myself into bed and went to sleep with happy thoughts.

Anyhow, I wish you all a good morning. Thanks for comin' around. It's getting light outside. I did kinda go on in this message, eh? I suppose I'm just feeling sentimental about summer, maybe I'm getting my period.

Until next time,

Michelle