Tomorrow I cross the border of California for points east. With some sadness, I wave farewell to the west coast until next fall (yep, you heard me right; I'm already planning the post-tour Tour...).

After a rejuvenating hiatus in so-Cal, tomorrow morning I hop onto US I-8 toward an extremely musical month of February -- look out Arizona and New Mexico. The month of March will include major stops in Houston and New Orleans. The music schedule is lighter in March so I am hoping for an opportunity or two to focus my energies on some nature-based community ritual. Let me know if you have venue suggestions.

I am finally gaining some financial momentum and getting more and better responses where gig booking is concerned which is truly satisfying. And, well... promising. I want to make a vehemently strong point at this juncture that I really could not have logistically made it through this first chapter of my life-as-artist journey without the support of those who have 'Fed the Muse'. You are largely responsible for where and who I am right now (I'll have you know) and that is precisely where and who I want to be. I owe you a couple of seriously mind-blowing, soul-soothing, heart-wooing albums. And you shall have it, mysteriously absent t-shirts and all!

Also, in great sincerity, this includes those of you have "fed the muse" (also known as "the jenne") in other equally crucial ways ie literally feeding me, giving me a place to sleep, resonding to my emails with words of inspiration & support and really all of you who have generally collaborated with me in drowning out the overly sobering voice of societal snootiness and constant false alarm -- "poisoned with protection" as Neil Young puts it -- against living out what is really truly in our hearts -- (I mean, really! Don't these alarmists realize how easily we can support each other in our dreams and visions? Selling us a false sense of security requires selling us a false sense of loneliness... I am certain of it). Until now, I realize, I have largely been spinning my wheels trying to appease that voice. And instead, now, ever grateful to have taken that ultimate leap of impractical faith into the wayward dream of the artist that secures us all collectively as a people with an armor and sophistication and heart-wrenching peace -- and sometimes even joy -- about life that no retirement plan or career path or governmental organization or social economic philosophical agenda or cutting-edge technology of a day-time planner can ever, ever, ever mimic or substitute except by serving us up a big helping of depression and anxiety and confusion and malaise. Anyways, that's what I'm thinking for now at 2:34pm CST on February 4, 2011.

Write back if you get a minute ...  All my love & reckless abandon,

Jenne