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Okay, so there's this kid (21) named Brian staying in the studio rooms at Johnny's house. They've got kind of an arrangement so that Brian, a techie and mixer and producer with gofer credits like Eric Clapton for three months and then the impromptu star of his birthday party (he said it was the best night of his life so far) to drop names (but not snobbily), does free work on Johnny's projects when he has big projects, and Johnny gives him a place to stay till he goes back to LA.

Mama and I just stayed up till 4 (yes, it's really 4 here and not 3) talking to him about life, things that have happened to us, how love works, what religion is about, how music works and you have to mean it... all kinds of things. And we traded music; his mac laptop is about half the size of mine but he has Pro Tool (a recording software) and Reason (a mixing one) and 5 days of music, and we would sit and play each other songs and exchange exclamations over the coolness and just generally completely click. We've now got his email address and he's got ours, and we're gonna send him a birthday email to remind him to keep to his quitting schedule (he just got through kicking drugs and is going for the nicotene habit gone on his birthday in August. _Such_ a sweet kid).

I haven't had that much fun since I got here. I must record something in this studio, and Johnny and he must produce it. They understand, and they're so laid-back... And maybe we could help with the home problems. Poor Johnny. He holds those kids together, and she really doesn't appreciate it. She makes a nasty, hurtful drunk.

Must write something worth recording.