Somebody else has figured out how to make a fortune. The folks at Snapshirts will spider your blog or website and make a wordcloud on the fly. For a modest fee ($18 for a custom built T) they'll put the cloud on your back. Sweeeet.

Stanley Kunitz wrote,'Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?'
In thirty years of playing I've been in only three bands. My first group, a top-forty collective from Bizzaro World, lived in the same log farm house in Middletown Md. The members of Pacific Orchestra, an original reggae-rock band, lived and played on the beatific isle of Key West, FL. Fifteen years ago Mama Jama was born, but the members are 'scattered' all over the greater Washington area.
That brings me to the point of this post.

We all have Yahoo accounts and recently have used the Yahoo briefcase to share mp3's for rehearsals, and the calendar friends' option to post our conflicting dates.
Although my tribe is scattered, a smattering of technology can form a virtual bond.

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It's a given that dancers will complain about their feet. Go to any
Bolshoi cocktail party and hear the laments from every corner; broken toes, bruised arches, sore ankles. Every story more lurid than the last. Each injury stoicly ignored for the sake of the art.

Musicians play their own version of body-part obsession. For them, its all about ears. When did they first notice that high frequency loss? What gig caused the most damage? How long does the ringing last and what mind game can convince them the cricket chirps are real, not just inside their head.
Some wizened younger players, perhaps growing weary of writing memos to a deaf musician dad over the dinner table, will compare and contrast the latest features of high-tech ear plugs.

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