Alas, I got nothing. Worked on regular stuff all day and didn’t get a single thing created. Sorry.

I had to go to Valdosta yesterday and just got back today, so I’m claiming travel as an excuse for not having done anything.

I got back this afternoon and had email from the Coweta Arts Tidbits that said Andy Denney was playing at the coffee shop, so I decided to have a couple of martinis and head on over. So here I am sitting with Michelle Morgan and Enrique Lopez, of all people, catching up on everyone’s lives.

But creative? Other than nailing down some issues to make sure that we won’t have the same problems this summer that we had last summer, i.e., we’ll have brand new ones, I’ve not really done anything. Bought some lime-infested vodka, which I mixed with gin to see if would make a palatable martini, and it does, I’ve done nothing productive.

I didn’t do anything really creative today. I did a lot to plan for our trip to NYC in April, but that wasn’t really creative.

I have no excuse, other than I am taking a break from the Sunflower Waltz and want a complete silence on that wretched piece of music.

Up at 5:30, driving to Guilford, taking the child out after the game to shop and dine. No room for creativity today.

Yes, I know, if I were serious about this 365 thing, I’d be jotting down musical phrases in my nearly empty Moleskine music notebook on the road to Greensboro. I’ll try to remember that next time.

Sorry this is late. Time got away from me yesterday, and I got back too late to type anything.

I went to see Spamalot at the Fox. It was enormously fun, and I recommend it. Act Two slowed more than it should have, but over all, good, solid, silliness.

You may have noticed, if you’ve been paying attention, that I’ve missed blogging since last Friday. This would be because my server blocked access from the hotel’s server, so although I could get and receive email and surf the web, I could not get to my own website.

That’s OK. I didn’t really do anything creative during this time anyway. Well, maybe some thinking and planning. And definitely some observations about performing plotless poems set to music, which I’ll get to late this week. But create something of my own? Not a chance.

I was in Los Angeles, to attend the opening of the L.A. Opera’s The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny, lyrics by Bertoldt Brecht and music by Kurt Weill. It’s one of those titles usually mentioned in reverent tones by theatre and music folk. It starred Patti Lupone and Audra Macdonald, and it was directed by an old UGA friend, John Doyle. John won the Tony last year for Sweeney Todd, also starring Patti Lupone, and two of our friends out in L.A. prompted a whole bunch of us to make the trip out to see the show, reacquaint ourselves with John, and just generally have a reunion.

We had a great time from beginning to end, and we just flew in from the Left Coast. I will post more about this lost weekend during the rest of this week.

I cooked a great meal tonight, but otherwise, I accomplished nothing.