You've got me thinking about you more than myself, quite an accomplishment.
One of the best things that ever happened to me, travelling across Canada in bands,
was playing an air force base in Gander, Newfoundland, a three day stay with one performance.
It took a lot of effort, and signing waivers in the building and at the gates,
to get permission to walk off the base, everyone saying I will die when the sun goes down.
It was February, and the snow was over six feet deep, but it was a sunny day.
An Inuit elder stopped his car, wanting to warn me, and he invited me along,
travelling to visit wintering Inuit in the abandoned American military base.
What an incredible day! The huskies liked me, or I wouldn't have met other Inuit,
they showed me how to see the wolves that were lurking, overseeing their offspring,
and he took me out past the sight of land on a big skidoo, having to learn to walk all over again,
that arctic ice being only too hard and smooth.
I heard The Great Spirit, and that made me a Northern Canadian.
Not physically out of Canada,
I posted about my inventive electric guitar in Gumtree, the Kijiji in Scotland,
in the city my parents told me I should go to if I ever need to leave Canada, and want help.
I didn't get a lot of replies from guitarists, so I posted in four other cities,
and only after that did I see that you can only post in your own city,
and that advertising from lawyers and patent people were below my description.
Not only was that nice,
but the female owner of Egglist, I think, a new online entity,
offered me free top of the page for life if I posted my photos and descriptions there.
That's when I decided I better refinish my guitar to look good in real life, not just online.
And that's still where I'm at, after that year's protest mayoral campaign created so much criminal action against me,
I had to move eight times in six months, lasting only two days in one rental apartment.
That's a wonderful thing you typed, saying "we jocks avoid/ed the plague like the plague and other such commodities,
even though they were free of charge".
Like they say over here, the first one's free, and I'm getting beat because I don't even want that.
I'm loyal to Frederik Magle's domain, the only music forum I read and write in,
so my lack of furthering contact might seem disconcerted.
That's typing disconcerted the way I type that the Conductor liked to conduct my girlfriend around.
It's nice to have symphonic friends, and very sympathetic friends, as yourself.
Hadrian's Wall did come down, without shedding any blood. Erosion never sleeps.
Neil Young got "Rust Never Sleeps" from the packaging of a local automotive product.
Please consider me, living near Niagara Falls, as a real life resource for you.
"Sent A Mental Signs", your art on our minds,
"Gigsters", music, inventive electric systems and acoustic enhancements, and a band,
and "Sandy Feate, Peninsula-wide Nature Guide".
You can get very rocky, if not escarpmental with me.
And thank you again, the as-yet-untitled Frederik Magle, for allowing this wonderfull communication.