Check this out. redbaron### did some awesome videos of Justin's Berlin show. Justin's looking fine/chouette, of course; but I'm in awe of the crispness of the images. The lighting is excetional; the architecture, overpowering.

Does anybody know when and where Justin is playing this week or next, per his twitter post?

My extreme narcissism precluded me from giving proper credit. This one and that one were posted by sojourner65 Oop North.

This one is impressive, too. While it is quite loud, the emulation is very good. I may be wrong, but could it be Justin is taking after Mike Dawes and playing about three parts on one guitar? I had always assumed they were layered, but I'm no expert. Also, it seems Julie is picking up on keyboard, again pardon my lack of music knowledge, but it would be something like a glissando down a minor third.

I is-pose peeps are bragging about this on other boards.

Funny. I didn't even hear the people talking. I'm surprised I picked up on Julie. Yes. Mike is just strumming.

I thought I said I could definitely not make that date. Please give/sell the ticket to Musher Tom.

It is looking like the Magical Mystery Tour is on, but I still can't get the boss to tell me dates - not even for getting somebody to sit the dog or pick up the mail. (The boss does not want to pay what I've been paying for dog sitting. I'm not complaining. Who wouldn't pay and extra $250 to go see a couple Justin shows, right?) I had a dream I learned the trip would be capped at two weeks, but that was just a dream.

Work to back.

Hey, I know you don't diagnose friends, but asking for "a friend," do you know anything about a psychological disorder that causes one's mind to get foggy for 6-7 hours every nightt? It usually goes away with sleep.

It's this thing about bosses who send you 25 artciles to write overnight and, if they pay, pay $25. It doesn't cover the damage of the car driving off the road - or of the simple accounting oversight made the next day for the paying boss. I whine when I should be working.

It is very difficult for me to do quality writing overnight, as nobody is picking up the phone to answer questions outside the normal 9-5 government hours. My brain goes to sleep around 1 in the morning, though my fingers keep typing. Sleep deprivation causes me to malaprop - as you may have noticed.

I only write at the third-grade level, and another cognitive disorder I experience is difficulty with from and to associations. For example, I probably spent ten minutes just trying to figure out who was waiving liability in a court case today.

Another problem is when the computer bogs down and it takes half an hour just to find the correct spelling of a name - because I have to watch the blue circle spin for a minute between clicks.

The worst is the struggle of conscience. I frequently take breaks to turn my face red and pop a few vessels in my brain, and then I have to regain focus.

If I were my own boss, I would never intentionally harm another person. Granted, I love a good spar, and often my flair for the absurd is taken as intended offense when it isn't. That said, like most of the Christian world, I believe in forgiveness, and I hate myself for every month typing up crime reports. It is so so so so wrong. I thought we were supposed to give each other as much room as is needed to try again to do better, not rub each other's noses in our mistakes and make public ensamples of each other at the pillory.

I also believe salacious, tabloid news is wrong. A label I aspire to is "humanist." I want people to expand their minds. News articles I write encourage them to put their noses in the muck and keep snorting. I am everything I despise.

The third detestable element of this gig that I quit last month only to have reappear this month is race baiting. Wouldn't it be wonderful if in my sleepiness I just happened not to fact-check some small slur that incited a riot and somebody got killed? Isn't that the ambition of all reporters, to rile people enough that they harm and destroy each other - just so the newspaper can sell more ads? I am the evil patsy sent by my pristine editors to foment destruction and mutual hatred.

Then, there is the stupid political tribalism, an exercise in choosing facts. It gets old.

The world would be a better place if somebody would listen when I said I do not want to do sleaze. I do not want to cultivate the lowest common denominator.

It started out volunteering to cover city council meetings for the local LP because I was too stupid to make a difference at the national level. That landed me a couple gigs doing public policy analysis, which I enjoyed. Now, all that's left of that is this situation where one editor sees me as his pet monster for fomenting anger and hatred. Each month, it's the last minute and his editor has quit. Rinse, repeat.

Oh, yes. I am everything I despise.