Reports of my current ailment are only half true. While my trusted house boy Kiko can type this and I have the strength to dictate, I want to let you know that I cant perform at The Old Mill tonight in Norwalk, CT with Brother Chris in the duo style because my large team of doctors believe that I was stalked and then bit by the vicious, rude and poisonous Brown Recluse Spider, the sneaky punk of the spider kingdom. This happened while convalescing in my private bunk room on Block Island, 13 miles off the South Coast of Rhode Island in the Atlantic Ocean at coordinates 41°10′11″N 71°34′48″W. It was a sucker punch for sure. As to my condition at the time of this dictation, its full days of mind clearing pain, chills, fever and the like. Also, it is a mighty struggle to walk. In addition, I have been diagnosed with general confusion and something called “speculation melancholy”. The last 96 hours has been a series of loosely hung experiences: bright hospital hallways, Formica, wall chart, nurse, blood pressure, prodding, cold hands, conferring, waiting, waiting…. Also, they are also treating me for the debilitating Lyme disease because that is just good medical thinking. I have retreated heavily into the meds and pain killers now and I plan to sleep until I am due in Tinmouth,Vermont on Saturday at Solar Fest. If you have read this far with any concern, please cease to worry. I am surely on the mend and will be back up and rolling soon. The island is wild and sometimes the bear eats you. At least that is what Brother Chris Berardo is always saying. Except I don’t think there are any bears on Block Island, although I did have a night of Mojitos with Chicago football great Dick Butkus at Dead Eyes Dick’s in the New Harbor once. Onward. MDB (as dictated) Westerly, RI
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 04:03:19 +0000
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