August 23, 1972Dear Diary,
I have been in Europe for two and a half weeks, traveling the continent with only a harmonica for company. The harmonica's name is Gabe and he eats most of the berries I gather in the park between street corner gigs. I know someday I will find an audience for my out of this world take on Rock N' Roll and its impact on the world at large (but especially on several U.S. Cities) where I feel the heart of Rock N' Roll beats the loudest. Hey, you know that's not bad. Anyway, I wanted to start keeping this diary for two reasons. 1. I want to chronicle what will surely be a meteoric rise to superstardom, and 2. Frankly, I'm a little suspicious of Gabe and I want to go on record just in case anything happens. I don't know how I got to Europe, although I am making the best of it, but I suspect that harmonious little bastard is behind the whole scheme. I dreamed as a boy of being the greatest mouth-harp player in the world, but sometimes I think he's playing me. I hope to return stateside as soon as possible with or without him. Regardless, diary, you must pay attention and avenge me in the not only likely, but indeed imminent event of my death. I'm starting to think that perhaps this wandering rogue routine isn't for me. Perhaps a smart and jacket and a slim tie would suit me better. I don't know, diary. Just keep your eyes peeled and trust no one. Talk to you tomorrow Di.
Huey*
*Excerpted from diary believed to be that of Huey Luey. According to official Huey band history it was in 1972 that Huey Luey returned from hitchhiking through Europe accompanied by his harmonica.
