April 29, 2018

Sang at Highland Brewery last night for a festival of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. It looked like Carnivale Venice in Hell, but I had a good time, and we either sang well, or to exactly the right audience, or both. I was, for a moment, happy.  Giant moon waiting for us in the parking lot. Towhees twittering as we took the wrong turn and veered around solemn mountains of gravel.