on a separate note, i went and saw tim reynolds last night. after plan after plan fell through kelli was nice enough to go with me. i guess i expect too much from people when they give me their word, but personally i hope that when i give my word people can trust me to follow through on what i say i'm going to do.
before tim's set he did some squats and grabbed his butt cheeks a la ace ventura and did some other bizarre stuff. then of course he blew me away with his fingers (he uses a sampler thing like howie day when he plays solo, except tim does a lot more impressive stuff). he sang a few originals (lyrically, they sounded like he was reading a science or philosophy textbook) and a few covers (zeppelin & beatles) and of course played the only song of his anyone had ever heard, "stream." he played "stream" about twice the speed that he plays it on the dave album, so i didn't recognize it until he was pretty far into it. despite how it happened in my dream, tim did not invite me on stage to play #41 with him.
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