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Tuesday, February 17th 2004
9:13 PMJACKSONVILLE FL.

TRAVEL DAY
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Woke at seven a.m. Took a taxi with Muriel and
Antoine, St Martin Belleville to Geneva Airport.
Horrible Goodbyes. Swiss Air to New York. Delta
Airlines to Jacksonville. Nirvana, Sam Cooke, Mystic,
Let It Be Naked and Abdullah Ibrahim on my CD
player.No sign of any of my crew at the hotel. I’m
whacked.
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WEDS 18TH FEB. FLORIDA THEATRE JACKSONVILLE FL.
TRAVEL: BAND: CREW: LOCAL ONLY AFTER SHOW DRIVE TO
CLEARWATER 195MLS.
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VENUE: FLORIDA THEATRE
128 E. FORSYTHE ST.
JACKSONVILLE FL. 32202
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I accidentally left my CD player, and CD’s at the
baggage claim of Jacksonville airport. This doesn’t
bode well. I hare loosing things. I call Delta a
couple of times, and they sound very helpful, though I
have the feeling that nothing will be recovered of
this. I’ve had this CD player 2 years, so I feel bad,
and angry with myself. African Dawn was good company
too. I wish I could recall the order of the set we
actually performed tonight. The ‘set’ is never in fact
the same as the set list E.C. writes out and Milo
(that’s our stage manager) tapes to my piano. This is
one of the exciting aspects of performing with E.C.,
you are never going to follow a list. He has so many
great compositions up his sleeve, and he takes the
risk to follow his heart and go where the mood takes
him. (At times, I’m sure, the reaction of the audience
tempts him to make certain choices). Tonight E.C. took
many detours from the list, and every surprise was a
good one. If anyone has a set list of tonights show,
I’d love them to post it here. Would be interesting to
compare it with the ‘abandoned’ list:
ACCIDENTS/45 ROCKING HORSE ROAD/BRILLIANT MISTAKE
LONG HONEYMOON
SHOT WITH HIS OWN GUN
THIS HOUSE IS EMPTY NOW
YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK
SOMEONE TOOK THE WORDS AWAY
TOLEDO/NO WONDERHOME TRUTH
YOU TURNED TO ME
FALLEN
GOD’S COMIC/THIS IS HELL
EITHER SIDE OF THE SAME TOWN
INDOOR FIRWORKS/SWEET DREAMS
MAN OUT OF TIME/DEEP DARK TRUTHFUL MIRROR
PEACE LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING
SHIPBUILDING/SLEEP OF THE JUST
WHEN IT SINGS
STILL
GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH
INCH BY INCH/ALMOST BLUE
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HER/I’M THE MOOD AGAIN
I STILL HAVE THAT OTHER GIRL
COULDN’T CALL IT UNEXPECTED
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THRS 19TH FEB.
RUTH ECKARD HALL CLEARWATER FL. TRAVEL: BAND: CREW:
DRIVE TO CLEARWATER DRIVE TO TAMPA 195MLS 41 MLS.
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VENUE: RUTH ECARD HALL
1111 McMULLEN BOOTH RD.
CLEARWATER FL.
34619
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My two children were born in St Petersburg Florida. My
son Jackson is here, so I spent most of the day with
him re-visiting old haunts. Nostalgia is a strange
mixture. Lunch down-town at the Coney Island Hot Dog.
Photo of this legendary Americana will be added to the
personal photograph album asap. I’m actually feeling
pain typing this, which may indicate the force that
attacked the Steinway tonight. The piano just didn’t
respond enough, and had to be beaten into submission.
My fingers are sore as hell. Notice, there are four
shows in a row, a situation that we try to avoid,
mainly to protect E.C’s voice. On stage the same list
was successfully abandoned again tonight. Girl’s talk
was extremely enjoyable to play, followed by Mystery
Dance. After the Jacksonville show, instead of
following the road book and staying in town, we hit
the road, and drove in the night. Road works along the
freeway slowed our journey, (seems American laborers
are OK to work in the night under arc lamps, could be
a Florida thing, with the hot sun in the day?? I’ve
seen it often in Japan). We watched the Buddy Holly
story, and I feel something of that spirit came
tumbling out during this unexpected moment. There were
other moments I thoroughly enjoyed, but I cannot go
through them all. A strange thing happened during When
it Sings. When we perform as a duo, there is a
communication that I cannot explain, that mysteriously
informs me when I should slow down, or play softer, or
play more intense, or whatever. I had the sure feeling
that E.C. was making a pause, and so I held back, but
it was not the case. E.C. was suspended in mid
sentence, he was actually waiting for me. It was a
protracted freeze frame that only a grimace from E.C.
snapped me out of. Sometimes you need to mark your
score “Keep going regardless, do not think about
‘accompanying’. Lead on.” Other weird moments. My
synthesizer was set to ‘Farfisa’, when I was expecting
‘subtle analog strings’. The LCD is so small it only
displays a three digit number, another thing to watch
your step about. Oh yes, copies of Windows arrived
today. So post office tomorrow. That’ll keep me out of
the sun.
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