Jeanette Wickell's Page

Hi, 

Thoren a long time ago in my snafus with Fertile Ground's webpage, said I'd been unkind to you; when I'd not meant anything nearly that personal.  Getting myself oriented here in town has proven difficult, as always I'm such a habitual indigent transient seemingly at least derelict; while now I'm slowly starting to feel a little a part of the community.

I met someone yesterday my age a man who just moved here from Arcata, CA  my old stomping grounds, whose bicycle from Arcata's Bicycle Library with a red KMUD sticker attracted me to him in a coffee shop downtown.  We exchanged contact info, the first time anyone here hasn't just taken mine I've never heard from again.   In September I also met two young women in a red Honda Civic from there too, who saw my Festiva's KMUD sticker; someone named Sarah and another woman with long dreadlocks I fancy as "Thank Jah" who is in Facebook.  I've a long rasta history dating to the summer of '80 in Ojai, CA  with four year-old Snowshadow aka Michael introducing ourselves on the sidewalk I'm still in touch with, remarkably though his mother a jazz bass clarinetist my age who February of '07 in a reunion after not seeing each other in twenty years now looks half my age with still her better than Medusa's great long dreads.

Seattle friend Amy Denio has been here twice recently; with her, in their third decade, world famous women's saxophone band Tiptons Sax Quartet at the Blue Horse Gallery August 2nd, and the over fifteen year old Gypsy punk rock band Kultur Shock at The Shakedown October 2nd the third time I've heard them since March 25th at The Crocodile a couple years ago.  I've been chasing down to Seattle often to connect with her music; with another gig soon December 4th, a duo with pianist Thoellum McDonas I had a dream about a couple weeks ago.  

I saw them about two or three years ago in Seattle when only two people came to listen at the musician's cooperative Gallery 1412.  I gave your male friend whose last name is Murphy two of Thoellum's compact discs at that Fertile Ground meeting on Ivy I went to riding my bicycle with a stupid massive television someone had just laid on me a block away, I finally got rid of.  KVOS-12?  I'm addicted now with another far smaller digital set from the grocery seconds store on James near where I live; trying to ween myself from that.  Too much Perry Mason!

What can I do to better socialize here, is often a question?  The apartment complex has gotten better lately; with a woman manager who is definitely kind, into building a multi-cultural diverse community of tenants who get along well together.  I was tortured here about three years by the former manager a retired military man who finally died.  Yeah!

Take care of yourself, and I'll keep trying to do so too.