so i'm off to Austria for a gig this week. i've never been and i hear its beautiful. i'm nervous about performing in front of 500 people. really nervous. panic attack nervous. i'm not really much of an actor anymore, don't have that kind of balls. . .
i will miss this new found addiction, but i will miss my boy even more.

"the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how:
the clouds above opened up and let it out.

i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole.
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.


those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
i thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands
to your door have been silenced forever more.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before

i need you so much closer. so come on."

i love you, baby. hang on and i'll see you soon.