I am lamenting like an old Italian woman. the sound that emits from me is like buffalo running across the sky trampling the stars in their path…….

Hello, my name is Chandra Kay “Sabine” Burns. (sigh, breathe, shake head) I don’t know where to begin. I met Mark when I was looking for an inexpensive room to rent in San Francisco in 1991. He was interviewing for a $176.00/month room at 708 Haight St., a place that Mark was the “Senior” room mate, and he lived in the front bedroom (the best room in the house. ALWAYS the best for Mark!). I wanted the smallest room in the house, on the shaft and across from the toilet room so badly that I called him at least 7 times until he said YES! The day that I moved into 708 Haight St. (it was on the corner of Pierce St. and it eventually came to it’s demise around 1993 to a horrible fire) was the day that began a life long friendship for Mark and me. Mark A. Dienstag was my soul mate. We were soul mates immediately. I have over 101 stories of the life we shared at 708 Haight alone, but our friendship was boundless; and I am so heartbroken. I am not alone, and my heart goes out to his family and all of his friends.

I am really still not right in my head. but hopefully soon I can organize this posting. I have a lot of Mark’s words, and I just need to sift through them. We told one another our darkest. Once I told Mark that I was going to save all our correspondence and publish it; and his reply to that was, “No, you should be deleting them all immediately upon reading, and in some cases before.” Well, old man, I didn’t listen to you.

(sticking my tongue out at you!)

It’s Alright Ma: I’m Only Sighing…‏
From:	Mark Dienstag (mark.dienstag@gmail.com)
Sent:	Wed 10/11/06 2:23 PM
To:	Chandra Burns (chalaska23@hotmail.com)

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Wolf Moth…mp3 (9.1 MB)

“Hey Hey Chocho-san,

Hope all is well yr end. Thought I’d take an idle moment here, rant in yr direction, maybe even attach another Wolfmother song for the sheer hell of it.

I guess I told you abt the gig at the Warfield? Anyway I threw up right beforehand & was like trembling nervous (here’s a tip: don’t ever *ever* peek thru the curtain before a show when there’s like say more than 4000 people waiting expectantly) but flicked 3/4s of a lit cig away when summoned & bounded right onstage like I’d been doing this my entire life & introduced the (mad) band (on accounta I was only seconds before missing) and count3ed off the 1st song (“Ragged But Right”- maybe I’ll attch that) & whoop & a hey nonny-nonny and we were off & from there mostly I remember 1. blinding lights 2. people laughing & clapping 3. the eery ghost-white faces of the backup girls 4. some marines (it was fleet wk) forcing some cute girls to 2 step (they must of been fr the south- nobody else 2 steps like that and 5. how quick the whole thing was over. it was fun & now I’m an official (PAID) member of the Kentucky Ramblers & Hippie Dad. I’ll just play my cards close to my chest & see which band pans out faster, ditch the other. God I’m a dick. Oh but I got to meet Elvis Costello the next day at the bgrass festival in the park & Emmylou Harris & can report they’re both nice, normal people (EC was really funny actually-one of my big heroes but I was too humble to ask for an autograph unlike other pushy girly things who I was jealous of for the rest of the day).”

I have so much more. So much much more I want to share with you all.

Much Love & Light, Sabine