February 25, 1999

this Magellan is insane.

sometimes EPIC is sufficient.

I wish I brought my mountain bike to this week of shows, the trails around this area are ridiculously good. We stayed in a town called Fellon or Felton. I missed the show due to a bad case of the mushroom-ass-attack a.k.a. boomerea.

How do you open with THAT Magellan!? wow.

This was my first show.

They let me write the setlist, but I didn't know enough to have any way of figuring out what to put in there so we talked about it for a while and after a bit of discussion we agreed that they'd write the setlist for me based on what we'd discussed and what the setlist I ought to be writing was.

That worked out nicely.

I could write volumes about this show, and someday I may.

For now, people need to understand that the Magellan at the end was the actual ghost of Magellan nudging the inspired and inspiring guitar poet back into his eponymous song.

(The Brookdale Lodge is legitimately haunted, which is to say there is an opening of sorts to that ethereal place where the unresting giants of the past linger.)

Anyway, that song literally is Magellan's ghost, and should be called Magellan's Ghost, both out of respect for the once great man and still great spirit and because calling it Magellan Reprise is derivative and lame.