Saturday, July 31, 2004


Front table seats at Jittoku can't be beat, when Michelle is playing. Wow. Beautiful, slender, gracious, and every centimeter packed with musical energy. She didn't play Memories of East Texas, but you can't have everything. Nearly everything is ample. Wish I had the soundtrack to share. Photos herewith of Michelle and crew

and, after it all, me (foto thanks to Ian) reading a few selections from my stacks (one was How Golden Arches Got His Name) and some poems from an old book of mine (one was Rocks and I).

Imagine trying to follow Michelle's act with words alone. I could've used an orchestra or two. But it was a privilege.


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