Nikkomo....

...was where I spent my afternoon. Nikkomo is the annual give-away ceremony at the Tomaquag Museum, (Narragansett tribe for those of you non-Rhode Islanders). They hold these thanksgiving ceremonies many times during the year, and every single time I end up having something else I must do that day and can't go, so this is the first time I had attended and I'm so glad I did! Actually I was there to sell my stuff, but the ceremony was held right in the same room so I was able to be in the circle and take part. Paulla Dove Jennings told the story of the beginning of Nikkomo, and Thawn Harris told the story of how birds got their song which had everyone laughing, especially the kids! I have never been anywhere where storytelling is performed, in spite of being acquainted with many storytellers, Indian and white, and it was extremely entertaining.

Playing the show the other night with Preston and Joe was a lot of fun...I sure do miss doing the band thing. We are supposed to get together with a guy tomorrow night and see if we can start something. Starting a band (again) is kind of like dating. (could this be the one? He seems like a good guy, but what if he's a raging alcoholic or does lots of coke in his spare time?). It's a process that gets tedious after a while, but necessary unless you're really lucky and just fall in with the right people right off the bat. In addition to the many blind dates we've had in the last couple months, my amplifier has revealed its true nature, and it's a piece of sh*t. An expensive piece at that. I think it's the only piece of sh*t Carvin ever made, because we've bought plenty of stuff from them and it's all been good. I sent the thing back to them once, and they returned it to me and said there's nothing wrong with it. But oh, there is. Someday when I win the Powerball I'm gonna buy myself a Trace Elliott. But not this week.