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Three shows now, and we're getting good and better. Two of em in one weekend, and one reprise, hebdomadally distributed. Before the first song reached an end, I had come a long way toward conquering my stage fright. In the interim our material has really gelled, and apart from a few wrong notes, we're tighter than nun pussy where it really counts. People pick up on it: some fresh talent wants to invade our ranks! Yet as the instruments pile up, I'm afeared of personnel problems. 

It's not the newbies that worry me, but a stalwart member. Can I expect everyone to be as committed as I am? I hope I can find a solution that hurts no hearts, most importantly my own. I just want everyone on the beat. 

Zappa was right, this music thing has mixed me up with a celeritous crowd. I am trying to keep a grip. Last night, at our second bally-hoo happening, I encountered one of my former obsessions. We traded glances, I watched her tiny hands holding a glass of beer. I did not penetrate her space, but merely observed as she moved from room to room. Today, amidst other disappointing gossips, I came to understand that she spent the evening in a car with her bass-playing male analog. Shall I say goodbye to that fantasy?

But seriously, I never knew Oly held such a populace. I feel fecundated with such novelty. Now all I needs is more time to figure out all these new faces and place their parts. (In my music, not my mouth. I can't sing at all!) I hope I come up with something good!