There was free-styling cruising with amazing grace and we knew we've got a friend. Perish that thought. How do we tell her how her face looks in this poet's web? Does she have a worry free warranty?  Who will he choose?  Gotta be Maud.  Now I can dream again. Bruce too, it seems. Time for a lullaby.

This town is going to change. The man on the levy is blowing trumpet all night. Bye-bye Butch, but Bronco-Billy's coming back. Still, she would rather be self-abusing.  It's only blood?  I think not.  No one knows what it's like to be the bad man. Let's try to love one another right now, in Mendocino, dancing in the dust.

Bruce started looking for the rain to wash away the dust from working on the café's café our back all day. Others washed away the dust by means of the newly restructured bar, the one with the Bruce barrier. However, Bruce's dog scratching rutabaga queen dream indicated that perhaps his dust was already well washed.  It enclosed three females and the winner was whoever finished in the middle.   Are times like these happy times?  Ahhh, there's the laughter (that's #71).   Dirk says "Don't go in the back" – nature minds.

Dirk then showed his fascination with this observable and with how he might interface with it. "That's one to hold onto", he said.   Three encapsulated females and three modes of knowing – who would have thunk?  Dirk then passed time by telling stories of Nantucket – a long fellow at that.  Will wanted to make a scene so the three wheeling wanna be cool kid shot his wad as the parents intervened to keep him from the smoking black hole.  Then in a dramatic about face, his parents made him sleep on it!   Now Berryessa's valley is no more – no wonder Brian went wild.

Thank you for these magical nights. We need night vision. Gotta have faith.   It has been upside down, inside out, round and round, but all in all once again it was a triple brand new song play (from Mike, Kris, and Woody) here at the dynamic Essanay. This town is a changing. Thank you Bruce, David, Mike and all the other change agents, Thank You.

Bruce sang of a long blond haired Harley riding legend who worked in a dinner in a small town, and Dennis sang of a fascinating harmonica switching riverside singer.  Hmm…, I wonder if we might ever find such treasures?    Folks, this is what folks sing about.  We're always going, but I don’t know where. Do you have the patience to see it through, into the time between slumber and dawn?   Do we need a sharp bladed editor?    Maybe not, inertia keeps us going.   We are not here, we are always moving through with mad dog and Irishmen.   Checkmate.   Well, the French know how to disillusion the English, or so they dream in the summertime.

Time for the Wednesday night regatta. Let's set sail for the sunset with the escape artist.  Every day is a holiday as the band plays on and we won't be alone as we dance like the king of rocks and shoals. Is this self-abusing?   Self-delusional, perhaps?   Are we heading for the impossible split?   Or marching to a heartbeat only we can hear?   Lets steer away from this mountain of pain. Why have it rain?   Leisure time is a state of mind.

After playing in the Bushes without the protection of an ass gasket, David gave half of us the clap.   The rest got kilt.   No, nay, never, no more.  

Calling all cars, check it out tonight as it was a night of new songs from Kris, Mike, Woody, and (I think) Eddy.   That's entertainment!

Well, if you have followed this summary then your brain might have been so loaded that it nearly exploded, but such are open mics at the Essanay as the band plays on.

Standard disclaimer: These summaries are made the night of the performances and presented immediately after the last performer.   They incorporate titles and memorable lines or themes from the various performers. Every performer is generally represented with the performances threaded together in a semblance of a theme. The references are full of inside jokes best known to those present that night but they do give an impression of the open flowing feel of these magical moments.

Bruce broke the ice with a memorable song whose name he couldn't remember and we celebrated Loraine's professional debut leading to the stairway to heaven. Sammy pickened it well as the middle-aged men picnicked… at the boardwalk, … by the sea.  $17 gives you unlimited rides.  Are you going away with no word of farewell?  So long, it's been good knowing ya, scooped up by the dustbowl.   Where's the sunshine?   At least Jack T knew how to stay around.

It started with a soft serving of unknown iffy bread as we plotted to break the acting record, one that outlasted Greg, the cat, and even the kite.  When will it end?   Will Jack forget the words?   You stay here … you can find out on Friday.  Lets hope no blossoms stop his breath.  Oh no! – they are playing godfather music.

Standard disclaimer: These summaries are made the night of the performances and presented immediately after the last performer.   They incorporate titles and memorable lines or themes from the various performers. Every performer is generally represented with the performances threaded together in a semblance of a theme. The references are full of inside jokes best known to those present that night but they do give an impression of the open flowing feel of these magical moments.

The skies were light at first and so was the sign-up list. – The vampire gene in musicians keeps them away until dark. Bruce sold food to buy time and this drew in the tiger, tiger, the one and the other, or as a valley girl would say, "like totality". Nick and Brandon progressed strummingly until they got stung up, and then it was a March march until the Irish seemed doomed, but it's almost St Paddy's day, so take a load off Annie and let's belly dance. I'm tired of all this messing around, would you marry me, Mrs. Pegio?

Curiosity about the comic and the three poets drew us in a little closer, all enjoying the inside joke of watching those arriving after 7 thinking that there might still be open blocks of seats. Parental disrespect and racial frosted Christmas winter mourns feed a bitter wind of self imposed exile, transforming it into a gambling day neither better nor worse than any other. Daphne broke the gloom by singing a wistful song longing for younger days. It was that sort of night.

The house was full by 7, but it started as a no-mic open mic. No wonder that Chris's first song was "May the circuit remain unbroken", but alas it was one song the then more sound fiddling. The room was restless, musicians are born to be free, but oddly when you get a hold of one they plea that you don't let go. Accept their faith, that is all you have to do. Is that too high, too high a price to pay? Author McBride thought so. Time for a group magic puff.

We got the Koncept of what music was all about. We were amused and confused as we just listened. All, that is, but one – he seems to have gotten stuck. Take a load off Anu. Loraine will break "us" us, she wants to go with you. Dirk has broader interests – he wants joyful interpenetration for all. Maybe that is why Johnny is gone for a soldier. Daphne thinks he should learn to love a woman, maybe take her flying.

Martin doesn't know why Michael wrote from a woman's prospective, but he ain't changing. He is on a merry round of denial and Sam awaits with a bushwhacking. Is it time to go cross town? Drake's Bay, perhaps? Bob would never, never, never ever make this same mistake.

Anne, why did you turn me away? The 41 day journey you sent me through twisted streetlamps and cracked sidewalks can only end in the dark side. It seems so long since we sat on a rooftop.

So, as we enter the dark hour, remember to keep your eyes off the sky and to bring yourselves hold safely.

A gentle hornpipe set this lollypop ship asail over gently flowing notes to a whole new world, a place where tonsils rather than crystals channel power. Anne talked dirty and moved us on to examine both sides of Dreamland's clouds.