It's been an interesting weekend so far. To wit:
1. I had just gotten home from work on Friday when I received a text from Spira. She was on her way to the emergency room with severe stomach pain.She suspected it had something to do with the hernia operation she had a couple of years ago.
2. I went over to her place to feed and walk Missy D. Spira kept me updated through texts. "Still sitting here". "Still waiting". They didn't get to her for a few hours. What do you expect in the Emergency Rooom? Ha!
3. When they did get to her, they confirmed her suspicion about the hernia: it had popped out. They drugged her up and popped it back in. It was a late night; she didn't get home until well after midnight. She'll need another surgery.
4. Yesterday morning I awoke from a dream in which I was in a paedophile's house and had access to his video library. This guy was an elite member of society and I knew the footage would incriminate him and others, most likely politicians and celebrities. No one was around. I debated whether to watch a video. I knew it wouldn't be pretty, that there would be sexual abuse and violence. Still, I was curious. I mulled it over.....and then I woke up. Glad I didn't pop that tape in the player.
5. This morning I woke from a slightly better dream, albeit equally disturbing. In it, I was at a small club in NH with the band. We were scheduled to perform but the band playing before us played well past their allotted time. We were told we'd have to rush a sound check if we wanted to play. A lot of our friends were there; it was important to us that we should perform. From that point , the dream took on a familiar cast. I went looking for members of the group, my guitar tuner, and who knows what else and kept getting distracted by other people and situations. I eventually found my tuner and, as I was tuning my guitar, I saw Adam sitting near by. I nodded to him but didn't approach; I knew he wanted nothing to do with me. He suddenly got up and excitedly called over his mother and anyone who would listen. He showed them a piece of paper that looked like a work order from my job. "Look! It says 7-5 KC!!", he said. "See, he's trying to get to me!". (July 5th is my birthday and KC are my initials). It bummed me out that someone I once considered to be my best friend, my brother, has been under a sinister glamour that convinces him I am his worst enemy. I woke up. Sadly, that part of the dream was very, very close to the truth.
6. I helped Spira out with stuff yesterday so she could recuperate. In the afternoon, she came up with the idea that we should get foot massages at the Galleria, her treat. I obliged - I've never had a professional foot massage. So off we went. We sat in recliners and got our feet and legs massaged. Since it was a reflexology massage, it wasn't entirely gentle. There were moments of discomfort, to be sure.
7. Andrew moved in yesterday. I hope he works out. On paper, it looks like he will.
8. Somehow, I managed to be creative over the last couple of days. I worked on a song that I'm modifying to fit the band and a couple of other Garage Band pieces I've had kicking around or a while. And, while Spira was sleeping yesterday morning, I recorded an acapella piece I hope will turn into something.
9. Jennifer, the woman I've been corresponding with (she was one of the recent apartment candidates) wrote me this morning about feeling trapped (she's in an uncomfortable post divorce predicament). It's been weird, because, on the one hand it appears she wants pursue a casual physical relationship with me (and if not me, I hope she pursues one with someone because after all the shit she's told me, she could use a good shagging) and on the other she seems caught up in a self-made web of negativity and folly. I'm not sure how involved I want to get.
10. Today, more music. I'll finish watching the excellent Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck documentary and maybe do some reading. I need a day to myself and today looks to be the day.
11. Bye, lovers.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Rudolph Valentino is very much alive, he looks up laidies dresses as they sadly pass him by
It's a nice day and I haven't left the house. Sometimes it goes like that, what can I say? I'll take a walk to the store in a bit; that will give me some outdoors time. Happy now?
A lazy day and I needed it. The past week was packed to the gills with all sorts of stuff and having today to recharge the batteries feels necessary. The band had a practice scheduled but poor Janelle is being assaulted by bronchitis and probably shouldn't be singing. I haven't been terribly productive but I did work on music for about an hour, so there's that. I also watched an episode of Game of Thrones. Not sure that counts as productive, but whatever.
Evangeline moved out several days ago and her parting was bittersweet. I'll see her again when she comes back in a few months to retrieve some of her belongings. Andrew will be coming by shortly to pick up his key. He'll be moving in next weekend.
Ignore Emporium played it's first performance last Thursday at SCAT, Somerville's cable access station. One of Pat's friends had offered the gig to us a few weeks ago. We had a good chunk of the evening at our disposal to get a number of songs on tape. It was interesting, to be sure. Everyone we worked with was easygoing, which made for a relaxed atmosphere. That was good because navigating Union Square at 6pm looking for parking was not a relaxing experience for any of us.
We played well, I think - we'll know for sure when the songs are posted in a day or two - but even if we didn't, it was a bit of a rite of passage for us, meeting our first challenge as a band. We went out for a drinks afterward to celebrate. I was a solo musician for a long time; being in a band again feels really good. The chemistry is there for sure, and when we start playing out, which I believe will be sooner than later, I think we're going to be formidable. I was talking to Pat outside after our performance and he said, "Man, I just realized this could really go someplace and it's kind of scary, but it's thrilling, too!" I told him I'm so confident in my songs and the people I play with that all we have to do is just keep playing together and we will most certainly go someplace with this.
Being in a band with people I love has been a long time coming and increasingly gratifying.
I took Missy D for a nice long walk yesterday while Spira was at her yoga teacher training class. That girl is the dog equivalent of a super model. I had at least three people come up to me and comment about how pretty she is. Sadly, they didn't say anything about how pretty I am. Don't worry, I'm used to it. Anyway, it was a good walk. Later, we took a nap together on Spira's bed.
When Spira returned from her class, we walked over to The Cheesecake Factory for dinner. I got the eggplant parm. When it arrived, I realized why it was a bit pricey: there was enough pasta and eggplant on the plate for three or four stout people. I asked the waitress how many people who order the dish clean their plates. "A lot", she said. No wonder so many of us are soft, bloated fucks.
I purchased a couple of albums by The Move yesterday on iTunes. Great band! After several albums and a ton of success in Great Britain, they morphed into ELO. I prefer The Move over ELO. They had more grit and were more folky and progressive.
You ever find yourself in a situation where someone doesn't quite realize that you know more about something than they think you do and they proceed to bullshit you as if you didn't? Of course you have. Well, maybe not of course, but it amounts for some interesting situations.
Alright, puppies, that's all I've got for you.
A lazy day and I needed it. The past week was packed to the gills with all sorts of stuff and having today to recharge the batteries feels necessary. The band had a practice scheduled but poor Janelle is being assaulted by bronchitis and probably shouldn't be singing. I haven't been terribly productive but I did work on music for about an hour, so there's that. I also watched an episode of Game of Thrones. Not sure that counts as productive, but whatever.
Evangeline moved out several days ago and her parting was bittersweet. I'll see her again when she comes back in a few months to retrieve some of her belongings. Andrew will be coming by shortly to pick up his key. He'll be moving in next weekend.
Ignore Emporium played it's first performance last Thursday at SCAT, Somerville's cable access station. One of Pat's friends had offered the gig to us a few weeks ago. We had a good chunk of the evening at our disposal to get a number of songs on tape. It was interesting, to be sure. Everyone we worked with was easygoing, which made for a relaxed atmosphere. That was good because navigating Union Square at 6pm looking for parking was not a relaxing experience for any of us.
We played well, I think - we'll know for sure when the songs are posted in a day or two - but even if we didn't, it was a bit of a rite of passage for us, meeting our first challenge as a band. We went out for a drinks afterward to celebrate. I was a solo musician for a long time; being in a band again feels really good. The chemistry is there for sure, and when we start playing out, which I believe will be sooner than later, I think we're going to be formidable. I was talking to Pat outside after our performance and he said, "Man, I just realized this could really go someplace and it's kind of scary, but it's thrilling, too!" I told him I'm so confident in my songs and the people I play with that all we have to do is just keep playing together and we will most certainly go someplace with this.
Being in a band with people I love has been a long time coming and increasingly gratifying.
I took Missy D for a nice long walk yesterday while Spira was at her yoga teacher training class. That girl is the dog equivalent of a super model. I had at least three people come up to me and comment about how pretty she is. Sadly, they didn't say anything about how pretty I am. Don't worry, I'm used to it. Anyway, it was a good walk. Later, we took a nap together on Spira's bed.
When Spira returned from her class, we walked over to The Cheesecake Factory for dinner. I got the eggplant parm. When it arrived, I realized why it was a bit pricey: there was enough pasta and eggplant on the plate for three or four stout people. I asked the waitress how many people who order the dish clean their plates. "A lot", she said. No wonder so many of us are soft, bloated fucks.
I purchased a couple of albums by The Move yesterday on iTunes. Great band! After several albums and a ton of success in Great Britain, they morphed into ELO. I prefer The Move over ELO. They had more grit and were more folky and progressive.
You ever find yourself in a situation where someone doesn't quite realize that you know more about something than they think you do and they proceed to bullshit you as if you didn't? Of course you have. Well, maybe not of course, but it amounts for some interesting situations.
Alright, puppies, that's all I've got for you.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
There's a terror in knowing what this world is about
I finished McMurtry's Zeke & Ned the other day. It's a shade more somber than some of his other westerns, but there was the classic McMurtry humor sprinkled throughout. And, though it wasn't as EPIC as some of his other westerns, it was quite a yarn. I've subsequently moved on to Boone's Lick, another McMurtry western, and I'm enjoying it thoroughly. This one is more of an adventure.I don't ever like to pronounce I have a favorite anything, but if pressed about who my favorite author is, I'd put Larry McMurtry at the top of the heap.
Another busy week and it flew by. After work on Monday I spread some lime at my mom's house and took care of a few other chores. The weather was accommodating, but between all the lime clouding up around me and the focused swarm of flying insects, I longed to be back inside. The spreader I used wasn't very serviceable; it barely lived up to its name. I had to jerk it back and forth as I went to get an even amount of the lime out.
Afterward, I went to Drum Hill and got my haircut. At first, I had my doubts about the woman cutting my hair. It was hard to tell if she was being meticulous or was taking it so slow because she was new to the game and didn't want to make any mistakes. Turned out it was the former, which was a relief. Her attention to detail resulted in a good cut.
She had an undercurrent of mischief about her. I got the sense that if I got to know her better, I'd see it in action. She was pretty and despite, or perhaps because of, my unkempt post yard work appearance, she seemed like she might be into me on some level. Who knows.
I visited with Amanda a couple of days later. She's been going through some drama and I think it was good for her to have someone to vent to for a bit. She lives about a mile from my work. Easy commute to her place. I have a few friends that live in Andover now. It's nice having allies around me.
All of us in Ignore Emporium have been busy which made scheduling a practice difficult. We're set to record next week in Union Sq. and want to be prepared. Looks like we'll play tomorrow night. The stakes aren't terribly high for this recording gig so no one's losing their shit.I think we'll acquit ourselves just fine.
I tried to going the humane route with the mice in our kitchen but it didn't work. The no-kill traps I purchased weren't effective - not one mouse took the bait. Unfortunate.Yesterday, with some reluctance, I bought some Decon. Something had to be done; these rascals have been shitting all over our stove and counter tops and spooking the crap out of us with their scurrying around. That is not a healthy environment. Still, I feel lousy about having to go this route.
Before heading up to Nashua last night to see my friends in The Clones play, I stopped at my mother's house to drop off a card and some flowers for Mother's Day. I visited for a bit; she shared my nieces pre prom pictures (fuck, I remember holding them as bambinas!) while I lavished little Mimi with attention. My mom seemed sad or tired, I couldn't tell which. In hindsight, I think she was tired. At least that's what I hope.
Later, in Nashua, I got to see some friends and hear some music. I had a good time but it would have been a better time if I didn't have to drive back to the city. So no carousing to the wee hours for me. I had a beer, watched the band, shared some laughs with friends, flirted. Fun, but next time I'll make arrangements to crash at someone's house or some shit.
The day is young and has the potential to be a lazy one. We'll see.
Bye, rancheros!
Another busy week and it flew by. After work on Monday I spread some lime at my mom's house and took care of a few other chores. The weather was accommodating, but between all the lime clouding up around me and the focused swarm of flying insects, I longed to be back inside. The spreader I used wasn't very serviceable; it barely lived up to its name. I had to jerk it back and forth as I went to get an even amount of the lime out.
Afterward, I went to Drum Hill and got my haircut. At first, I had my doubts about the woman cutting my hair. It was hard to tell if she was being meticulous or was taking it so slow because she was new to the game and didn't want to make any mistakes. Turned out it was the former, which was a relief. Her attention to detail resulted in a good cut.
She had an undercurrent of mischief about her. I got the sense that if I got to know her better, I'd see it in action. She was pretty and despite, or perhaps because of, my unkempt post yard work appearance, she seemed like she might be into me on some level. Who knows.
I visited with Amanda a couple of days later. She's been going through some drama and I think it was good for her to have someone to vent to for a bit. She lives about a mile from my work. Easy commute to her place. I have a few friends that live in Andover now. It's nice having allies around me.
All of us in Ignore Emporium have been busy which made scheduling a practice difficult. We're set to record next week in Union Sq. and want to be prepared. Looks like we'll play tomorrow night. The stakes aren't terribly high for this recording gig so no one's losing their shit.I think we'll acquit ourselves just fine.
I tried to going the humane route with the mice in our kitchen but it didn't work. The no-kill traps I purchased weren't effective - not one mouse took the bait. Unfortunate.Yesterday, with some reluctance, I bought some Decon. Something had to be done; these rascals have been shitting all over our stove and counter tops and spooking the crap out of us with their scurrying around. That is not a healthy environment. Still, I feel lousy about having to go this route.
Before heading up to Nashua last night to see my friends in The Clones play, I stopped at my mother's house to drop off a card and some flowers for Mother's Day. I visited for a bit; she shared my nieces pre prom pictures (fuck, I remember holding them as bambinas!) while I lavished little Mimi with attention. My mom seemed sad or tired, I couldn't tell which. In hindsight, I think she was tired. At least that's what I hope.
Later, in Nashua, I got to see some friends and hear some music. I had a good time but it would have been a better time if I didn't have to drive back to the city. So no carousing to the wee hours for me. I had a beer, watched the band, shared some laughs with friends, flirted. Fun, but next time I'll make arrangements to crash at someone's house or some shit.
The day is young and has the potential to be a lazy one. We'll see.
Bye, rancheros!
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