Word from the Front

Actually, no words, just JR leaving phone messages with NO narrative, just music, like he's got some kind of portable Bose system that makes me feel like I'm right there. NOT! I have misplaced his cell# and can't call him. We need a report, people!

Spoke with JR via bad cell connection. He said he was in a bad place. I told him I didn't give a shit about his mental state, but wanted a report about the Festival. Poor boy, his feet all blistered from lots of walking in his sandals (poor, stupid boy). But weather/music/food have been spectacular. Meters, Dr. John and a host of others; he has been taking notes.