Dreamtime now

It's hot... still warm at 9:30 PM.... Outside, across the avenues, somewhere in a house on the facing hill, some kind of Mariachi/Salsa band plays. But it's not an entire band. 2 trumpets, a trombone, and drums... Very loose, the brass and drum sound careening down the canyon and through the open windows of unsuspecting listeners like me. Me here, a little unfocused, with much to do before departing for Rio on Sunday to finish the Brazilian recording with Chico. I'll be recording horns this Friday in LA, the Rio session is on Monday, with percussion and two guest vocalists TBA... And little things like going to the cleaners, about 15 phone calls, tedium...just to be ready.
Dylan's CD is ultra-fine, clean, his eerie voice supported by a great band of very musical players. Songs sweet, full of ripe feeling, melodious; blues; dark, minor contemplations; some very funny, cutting, lines.
Morning will include a walk, contacting some journalists with whom interviews have been arranged, some computer work. Perhaps a full day at home is in the cards. Dreamtime now.