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We were on the esplanade for the rehearsal for tomorrow's concert. 

We got there, found a spot, i did a turn of the island below us, found B and his friends, and sat and chatted for a few minutes.  And then went back for the music, until I decided I'd fall asleep if I didn't walk around a bit more, this time with someone different.  So we did the lower island (or maybe it's a peninsula), and then kept going into the upper area, where we ran into him again in a totally different place walking with one of his friends. And then back to the blanket where we listened to some more music before I decided my brain was melting from boredom, and came back here. David Lee Roth was an interesting person to have there, I have to say. 

I'm reading and truly loving "So you wanna be a rock and roll star," and have to go find the first chapter to quote for people...

It's never snowed in Minnesota during the month of July. The boundary waters up north, however, have tasted light accumulations in August and June, and as for the months in between, keep those winter boots handy. From autumn to spring, Minnesota is a frozen soundscape of snowplows, snow shovels, windshield scrapers, and auto ignitions laboring to turn over. Once, to get into my ice-entombed car, I needed a rubber mallet, seventy-five feet of extension cord, and a blow dryer. The long brutal winters, however, are sometimes credited with fostering Minneapolis's vital music scene. Without such horrible weather keeping them inside with their guitars, the theory goes, the world might never have heard of Bob Dylan, Prince, the Suburbs, the Replacements, Husker Du, Babes in Toyland, the Time, Soul Asylum, or the Jayhawks.

there we go.  now go get it.  Your library should have it.  Thus far (page 104) it rivals Bruce Campbell's bio--funny and interesting and ironic.