12/26 The weed shop, or let’s say: the weed oasis in the village three minutes from here invited J to play electric violin in their open mike tonight – which she did, and it was amazing. (The owner also proclaimed happily within three minutes of meeting us that we would now be friends for life.) I did not expect I would witness in such a spectacular way what excites me about electric violin: sounds that do not at all sound like a violin, but which could only be made with a violin.