Hey buddy. Suppose it's just the pandemic ptsd talking, but there just seems to be so little point in planning anything anymore, it's all just kind of...weak. Nothing seems to be improving - it all just seems to be settling. I just paid a hundred bucks for 2 tickets to see our old pals (heh) in those Jaw bands who are doing a little West Coast reunion swing in celebration of the (it's a good thing you're dead, because this almost puts me under) 25th anniversary of "Dear You". I couldn't help it, especially after missing out the last time they were here (I mean I went and walked to see them perform in the stadium parking lot, but still), plus, Kim and J's band is opening. Hilariously retro and yet potentially life-affirming. And who knows maybe Chris and or J and or Kim will remember me? I mean, hey it's only been 25YEARS. Fuck me, I'm old. That being said, I hope this first show post-pandemic won't a) get me sick or b)depress the shit out o