Dreamwalking in City of Lights

"strange days indeed" said maestro john lennon, not in reference, but applicable, to my situation here in paris beginning this tour. non-synchronization of day and night stinging me, sudden bouts of excitement in the night (not sexual, just up, awake, ready to go!), and low lows during the day. a need to sleep comes over me, each day at a later hour, thank god. but still, after playing my heart out for two hours straight: i'm up again! no need to sleep. diana recommended the soothing chocolat chaud of paris, a shot of pure pleasure, and not ovaltine or nestle quik, which i relished last evening; and today, an early morning jog (haha, 11 AM!!!) helped set me up for the day. lunch alone at a brilliant small restaurant--"au trou gascon"--where Jeff Hamilton and I enjoyed Cassoulet in December 2001, today reading kerouac's "big sur" and crying at the longing he is so deft at describing, and knowing that longing in myself as well. thinking what would be my next recording, where am i going next with my music, and with my life; reviving sweet memories of here and also the city of my birth and my current incarnation as a man. embrace life, longing and all, go faithfully in the direction of the light, floated by the rhythm and the energy of song.