The first time I hung out with Jennie, other than going
around to see Airport Boulevard or watching bands like
By Divine Right ... at iota, we took her cat for a walk.
Now that's not as salacious as it sounds because anyone
that knows Jennie knows that Princess Nellie of the
Pantalones likes to go for a walk. She saw that I was
conversant in cat and we talked about many cat things
like their purr is typically between 8-14 hertz and
it promotes bone mending and tissue repair.
We got along great.

So great that we had planned to go up to Toronto and see
an album release of By Divine Right.  She was unable to
go due to work, though I went anyway since she had
already booked the hotel.  On the way back, I was
listening to Psychic TV and heard what I thought was
"There's dark outside the dark" and thought that was one
of the most profound things I've ever heard, I'll use
that in a song.  At the time, I had been reading
the Tibetan Book of the Dead, which if you don't know
what it's about, it is what is read to a dying body
to guide them.  There is a mandala illustrating
the journey.  It is read seven times for the major
directions within times seven for a total of fourty-nine
times and direction given is to head to the light, be not
distracted by the direction.  In essence, there is light
inside the light, or conversely, there is dark outside
the dark. So, I use this line as the crux of a song
"Can't Reach My Angel Wings".

Now a curious thing happens when you read The Book
of the Dead, this set of guidance, these directions,
you realize that in reading the book, it is the first
time that the book is being read to you,
because you are reading it to yourself.

The last time I hung out with Jennie, we had dinner;
I ordered fish tacos and she got a burrito, or I got
a burrito and she ordered fish tacos, and we told the
waiter that they got our orders mixed up.
The conversation spiraled out of control from there.
Such was the vivaciousness of conversing with Jennie.
It was so out of control that people were listening
and cracking up.

As I write this mere hours after Jennie has passed,
"All Our Yesterdays" is on the TV.  The name of the
Airport Boulevard album is "Asleep With The TV On".

Some time after the surgery, Jennie sent me before
and after pictures and in a fashion tried to convey
an idea for a song.
Such was the vivaciousness of Jennie.
I told her it was okay, take your time.
Since then, I sent her purrs and hugs
and
I want to leave you all with this:

                   11hz *purr*