Hotel It Continues To Be Acceptable, Los Angeles.
A mist blanket. Almost nothing is visible from the hotel other than the tree behind my window. Not even the nearby Blockbuster and Totally Nude Girls! signs are visible.
An e-flurry discharged.
Yesterday's rehearsals were hard for me. The black rehearsal room is not a vibrant source of life-giving energies, and the weight of dense sound in a small space is oppressive. But, we are gearing up. A distant repertoire from another time & place is beginning to wave back to us.
I returned to the hotel jet-lagged, dribbling, barely continent at the end of the afternoon, quite unable to be sociable & meet with any of my friends in town.
Centering, practicing, focusing.
23.15 Practising practising, mainly left hand calisthenics.
