I'm singing in Haliburton at the Arts and Crafts show this weekend, performing for the love of music, because I love music, you know, really I do, and it doesn't matter if I make money or not, because strangely enough, I don't eat, or have to pay rent, or gas, or taxes, or anything. I'm just a singin' fool who somehow keeps singin' and bein' a fool, and livin' on love. Of music, of course.
As for the other kind of love, I've decided to burn cards sent to me in the foolish past, proclaiming love for me, which wasn't love at all. Found a whole pile recently, and I need the space.
Burn, baby, burn.
Here's a recent picture of me surrounded by all by thoughts:
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