Friday, September 21
I love Jocelyn. She grabbed me after French and insisted on taking me to lunch at Sharples, with Liz and Alison and Sach. The food is no good, no good at all. I had a salad and some halfway decent rice, but I couldn't stomach any of the main offerings. I brought up the question of where to have my party now that the fragrance garden wasn't going to pan out, and she suggested the fragrance garden. Sure enough, I called up the Arboretum, and convinced them (without much difficulty at all) that we wouldn't destroy their grass. Claire Sawyers said "well, it's not really up to me to give you permission, I just gave that guideline [60 people max] to Paula," and Paula Dale said "oh, well it isn't really my policy; as long as it's okay with Claire I don't mind." So we are golden. The stuff is coming together. Hello and Okay.
I keep missing Alyssa's phone calls. She says in the messages that she'll call back later but then doesn't until the next night. Well, I hope she gets my letter and responds soon. Good that she's good.
Joel and I are milking this music-writing thing for all it's worth. We talked to the Apples for quite a while after the show, and the guy from the opening band gave us free copys of his album. Joel e-mailed the Shins and called Sub Pop, and we are going to meet them before the concert next weekend (!!!) My Apples review, if I finish it, may go in the Phoenix.
I keep missing Alyssa's phone calls. She says in the messages that she'll call back later but then doesn't until the next night. Well, I hope she gets my letter and responds soon. Good that she's good.
Joel and I are milking this music-writing thing for all it's worth. We talked to the Apples for quite a while after the show, and the guy from the opening band gave us free copys of his album. Joel e-mailed the Shins and called Sub Pop, and we are going to meet them before the concert next weekend (!!!) My Apples review, if I finish it, may go in the Phoenix.
