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Sunday, April 29, 2012
I didn't feel super chipper when I got home, but I was hoping that a few days off after working 21 straight days would re-energize me. But I still feel weird. Weird even for Vegas. Can't seem to shake this fatigue, can't seem to find a groove.
I guess it started last Saturday, my birthday, when I left Las Vegas after working a massive tradeshow. Leaving for the airport at 4am is surreal, but especially 4am in Vegas, which is totally unlike 4am anywhere else. New York may be the city that never sleeps, but Vegas also wakes the neighbors.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
|Joe Kowalski plays keys & synths for Brownboot - TT the Bear's Place, Cambridge, MA|
Bill has been getting great live shots of Joe since 2002.
He still teases me about the time I hired him to take photos
of All the Queen's Men at The Middle East.
He says I said, "Make sure to get a lot of the bass player."
Probably I did say that.