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It's All-most Here

OK, what a horrible pun. The point is, All Good's almost  here and my anxiety's racheting up a few levels. No matter how many interviews I conduct — famous or not — or concerts I attend, the anxiety's there. About this time, the butterflies start tumbling in my stomach like a brick-laden towel. I love it.

However, I won't be able to liveblog, as originally expected. My 14-week-old puppy chewed through my laptop power chord and I don't have time — nor the money — to purchase a new one.

But you can expect a write up in the July 16 issue — and plenty of photos. And if you see me at the festival, say hi and I'll — maybe — buy you beer.