be still my bleating ego...

wind me up
and set me free
put me down
i'll spin you round
for i would be your minstrel
and i would be your clown
stuck in here between the lines
to sing you high
and bring you down.

(chorus of the first song i ever wrote, about a quarter of a century ago)

man, thanks - i'll be back eventually, i promise, or get myself out there, singing for real, or something - but for now it's just not going to happen.

i wish i could explain, i've such a great explanation...

peace out, i love you - blow a loud one for me - i'm still right here with you all, in spirit.