"I am the god of hellfire..." - Arthur Brown

Hey all,

Nothing much this week beyond this little note.

We suffered a small house fire last week. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and contained to a relatively inconsequential part of our home. But our laundry room is destroyed* and we’re holing up in an Airbnb** for at least the next week until we can get our house patched up and the electricity turned back on.

That said, all of that stuff about how things don’t really matter is true and there’s nothing to make that idea more apparent than being faced with a house fire.

My wife is okay. Our kids are okay. That’s all that matters to me. The rest of it is just stuff. It’s a fucking headache, to be sure. But it’s just stuff***.

Anyway, there’s far too much shit on my plate right now to write a coherent, cohesive newsletter. Hopefully back on the horse next week.

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*No, it wasn’t a lint fire.

**Thankfully, we found one right in our neighborhood, so our lives aren’t totally disrupted.

***Except the 1969 goldtop Les Paul my father handed down to me on the night my band released our third record. It was his guitar since college and holds a mythical place in my mind. I don’t know how I’d handle losing that guitar. Everything else though, it’s just stuff.