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WHAT SIGNS DON'T MEAN It's the twisted little signs In the shimmering periphery Make me smile. A winding shiver of leaves Reveals the snake's path In front of me. The grinding of my wife's jaw Predicts the storm coming In the summer predawn. The sad, wise little Japanese garden In the God-forsaken suburb Speaks a quiet awareness. An old friend on indy radio For better or worse Plays a song no one else dares. An artist has an epiphany Just in time to slam on the brakes, That could have been it. Talking softly to herself, She wrangles a life out of The cards she's been dealt. The

You're a dumb redneck from Kentucky!

Exactly twenty years ago, I spent the month of July hitchhiking around the country to catch all the Bob Dylan/Grateful Dead concerts they were doing together. Three on the east coast, then three on the west. It wasn't planned, I just went to the first one, and it was great. Since I was fairly homeless at the time anyway, what the hell. The shows got better each time, as the Dead's worshipping of Bob forced him to knock off the rust and give a shit, relearning a bucketload of his old songs. His voice was in fine form in those days. I think it was the last time Jerry ever played lap steel in con

Very well put.

Happy Birthday, Chris!!!

Nice idea, In the end, poorly executed.

Yeah, Season 5. That's when those guys really jumped the shark.

SEARCHLIGHT HOUSE Barracuda shiny silvery depths Right at the edge of the seagrass Ivy covered base of the tower Light shining out in the night Twisted invention only the mad sees Only the unknown world knows Medieval laser cutting like a diamond Out of the mind of one who's spent His life outside in his mind. What is the good if nobody knows? What is the good if nobody sees? Diseases and cures and sacred equations, A magic hat, invincible bones, Salisbury, he changes his way, Therefore, I think that I am.

If you search for the After The Show thread on the Knoxville show, I believe someone posted a photo of that poster. If it's the same one I'm thinking of, it was very cool.

Very nice.

Very cool. Holy shit, Ringo was there?

Geez. They look like they could suck out your eternal soul and fix your computer at the same time!

Holy shit. Kudos on that one!!! p.s. When are you gonna put up your camera-phone mpegs on YouTube? p.p.s. Did he sit on a stool? How many guitars? Mandolin? other details, pics, etc...

My love for him stems from such things as producing Willie Nelson's TEATRO, basically a beautiful album of duets with Emmylou.

Poster from this show now available on my website (see Clicky).

Poster from this show is now available on my website.

That's a nice, concise, literate little review there.

Through much great personal strength and prayer, I have found the willpower to resist posting about Terry Shiavo here.

"Umm, Jeff? Remember ... uh ..... when you were like in that band Uncle Tupelo, and you, uh, wrote that song Gun, and you said ''cause my heart it was a gun, but it's unloaded now, so don't bother'"? "Yeah..." "That was AWESOME"!

UPON FINISHING THE ROAD AT MIDNIGHT This big black book I read before I sleep, Stirs the soul like ashes Where flames can do no harm. I bar the door against dreams, And hide from troubled slumber, Bury all I hold dear Beyond my sad subconscious, And listen for them when they come, I'll wake at a moment's notice, I'll run and lead them chasing, Double back and hide my feelings, Read your messages till dawn, Then straighten and carry on.

Yeah, who started this thread, anyway? Some Wilco-hater?