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and you can read the nice story they wrote here . I had planned on this article coming out the day before my show at Shakabrah Java, but due to the fact that THEY'RE NOT DOING MUSIC ANYMORE (I manage to find out on Monday) I guess it'll just have to float out there in the world, unaccompanied by a live show. This really only gets to the heart of the problem and that is simply I hate going out and drumming up gigs. Clearly this is going to be my new years resolution…and like everything else, I will get better at it with time.

I don’t mean to complain about nurses…but complaints seem to slip out of me as easy as a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of Starbucks coffee. They work hard, I know they do—they rely on large institutions to give them pertinent information on individual patients, and no matter how hard they try to “personalize” your “care” or how many panel-group friendly variations of “Social Worker” they come up with, there is always this nagging feeling that they’re a little boat tossed on a stormy sea, and are at the core, an extension of the big clumsy ocean they pretend not to be. One might think that here a week later I might not be so concerned about this. After all we left last Saturday so why bring this up now? Well, of course, because we’re back, although this time we’re not staying—we’ve just come for the day to get permanent casts put on Ike’s legs and ankles and by permanent I mean the ones that he’ll have on for the next six weeks or so. The casting specialist came in to the waiting room befor...