I hat e to b e a flak e

Lanni e ,

I hat e to b e a flak e . But th e l e ast I can do is to b e an informativ e on e . So I must go ah e ad and dash your hop e s of s e e ing m e tonight ;) b e caus e I will unfortunat e ly not b e abl e to mak e it.
On th e bright sid e , last night I cam e up with a compl e t e ly diff e r e nt v e rsion of a song I wrot e . It's slightly out of control.

Brothers don't shake hands...

...they write emails.
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You should see the wind blowing up here. I've never seen leaves with such resilience. It's like a one-legged Eskimo frozen to an iceberg, fighting a tidal wave. But the temperature is pleasant and the company is good so there isn't much to complain about. I had just forgotten the way the wind can make leaves shiver.
I've been listening to a lot of Elliott Smith and The White Stripes lately. The Icky Thump album is one, big, welcome-to-Jack-White's-cerebellum album; or at least was my impression. As far as E.S. goes, I've noticed that there are times while writing music that I slip into this state of mind in which I start channeling certain aspects of my current musical infatuation. Vocal tone or whatever it may be, it's an odd feeling but not one unwelcome.

Hope all is well.

Peace & Love,
Brennan