In a field with the K’s, but Jim is sick. We’re trying to get an plug box set up. It has 2 parts that stick together.
Some guy is teaching with a piano. He puts a tiny box for the sound and it sounds bad. I tell him to try the bass strings and they’re really loud. I say he needs a big horn for the rest. I walk over and sit with Ann Wilson, who’s singing the Immigrant Song. I sit on her lap & sing too.
Sitting with Erika and a therapist. We’re talking about problems and I say it’s not about me being able to get aroused, though I wouldn’t object to enhancement.
My exciting life, this place