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Sitting by a duck pond in Golden Gate Park, I broke a worrisome week of, well, not writer's block, but not writing--distracted by other things. For an hour or so, I alternated between writing down lines in my notepad and reading the final chapter of a book (Nickel and Dimed, but don't worry--I didn't write any songs about poverty), and occasionally looking up at mallards or passersby. I got three verses out of the session--for three different songs, including a new one which leaves me with one more unfinished song than before.

After a while I went back to the car to pick up my guitar and try them out, but , in the middle of this mid-July afternoon, it was, I decided, somehow too cold to play. San Francisco is weird.

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be careful when reading and writing music at the same time or you might unintentionally "pull a dylan".

what did you think of n&d? i thought it was well-written, and i have to give her credit - it's not something i would have undertaken.

Yeah, I thought it was good. It was kind of weird for me reading about what it's like to work for peanuts when, well, some of my friends don't have to read a book to find out. I felt very bourgeois. But it was well written and insightful.