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Thanks for the inspiration, Bijoux & Lillitatiana
I've been invited to four different super bowl parties and I don't even care about the game. What to do?
I'm almost done loading all my CDs into my iTunes. I installed headphones inside my motorcycle helmet and it's awesome. No, I don't have it so loud I can't hear outside my helmet. Not nearly as bad as driving with the radio on and the windows closed. Shut up, Mom!
I have a second interview at a Post House on Wed for a goddamn shipping job.
Well, they have an audio restoration department, so I could move up within a year. I've been dealing with some intermittent depression that's to be expected when out of work. I'm ok, it's just the money troubles. I am so fortunate, I even have friends who take me out for food, beers, shows, repeatedly! I deeply wish to find prosperity so I can return the favor. It's odd how that when circumstances are dire, food tastes better, images stick in you mind more. Most people complain about their work and forget how many people are struggling. Bush in office, horrible economy, war (but major combat operations are over), and the government is pleased with the unemployment figures even though interest rates have been raised six times in the last eight months.
When I get my shit together, I'm going to do volunteer work to help the homeless. Did you know that a lot of the programs intended to help the homeless require you have a non-PO box mailing address to receive aid? Fubar.
I rode 20 miles yesterday with my friend, Eric. I forgot to bring my camera.
We got to spy on a funeral in Forest Lawn as we rode up the back route through Griffith Park up to the Observatory. When we came down the other side I did some shopping at the neighborhood farmer's market. They have the best produce. Supermarkets suck. The broccoli I had last night was scrumptious.
I've had difficulty booking shows lately, but I did run into two promoters this weekend and should be setting up something soon.
After yesterday's bike ride, I went over to Justin's to record. Kyle & Justin want to record a version of my song "How Can I Be So Rich?". That's really flattering when two musician buddies want to record your song with you for free. My feeling is that if we're going to go through all the trouble of setting up to record, we should do more than one song. I thought up a couple additional songs we could do and it went really well. I haven't played with those two guys in a long time. We always meshed well. It feels great to play upright bass again, but it's a little odd singing at the same time. Who knows? This might turn into another project. If so, I'd want to call it The Walking Wounded or something. The Goners is already taken, that's John Hiatt's band's name.
After I got back from Justin's, I made dinner and I was so fatigued after doing the dishes I had to relax on the couch and watch Simpson's reruns. I couldn't figure out why I was so beat and then I thought, "You rode 20 miles this morning, dumbass."
I was supposed to go to a birthday party last night, but I didn't have it in me. Carter showed up to do some work in the studio and I chatted with him before watching Law & Order and then going to bed.
I've got three hours to figure out if I'm going to any of the Superbowl parties and which ones.
Tomorrow night is scrabble night! Shiner has a new hefeweizen that is really spicy. Lots of sage/clover flavor. Eeees veddy nice.
In the future, I'm hoping to post more creatively and less reporting.
Thanks for the inspiration, Bijoux & Lillitatiana
I've been invited to four different super bowl parties and I don't even care about the game. What to do?
I'm almost done loading all my CDs into my iTunes. I installed headphones inside my motorcycle helmet and it's awesome. No, I don't have it so loud I can't hear outside my helmet. Not nearly as bad as driving with the radio on and the windows closed. Shut up, Mom!
I have a second interview at a Post House on Wed for a goddamn shipping job.
Well, they have an audio restoration department, so I could move up within a year. I've been dealing with some intermittent depression that's to be expected when out of work. I'm ok, it's just the money troubles. I am so fortunate, I even have friends who take me out for food, beers, shows, repeatedly! I deeply wish to find prosperity so I can return the favor. It's odd how that when circumstances are dire, food tastes better, images stick in you mind more. Most people complain about their work and forget how many people are struggling. Bush in office, horrible economy, war (but major combat operations are over), and the government is pleased with the unemployment figures even though interest rates have been raised six times in the last eight months.
When I get my shit together, I'm going to do volunteer work to help the homeless. Did you know that a lot of the programs intended to help the homeless require you have a non-PO box mailing address to receive aid? Fubar.
I rode 20 miles yesterday with my friend, Eric. I forgot to bring my camera.
We got to spy on a funeral in Forest Lawn as we rode up the back route through Griffith Park up to the Observatory. When we came down the other side I did some shopping at the neighborhood farmer's market. They have the best produce. Supermarkets suck. The broccoli I had last night was scrumptious.
I've had difficulty booking shows lately, but I did run into two promoters this weekend and should be setting up something soon.
After yesterday's bike ride, I went over to Justin's to record. Kyle & Justin want to record a version of my song "How Can I Be So Rich?". That's really flattering when two musician buddies want to record your song with you for free. My feeling is that if we're going to go through all the trouble of setting up to record, we should do more than one song. I thought up a couple additional songs we could do and it went really well. I haven't played with those two guys in a long time. We always meshed well. It feels great to play upright bass again, but it's a little odd singing at the same time. Who knows? This might turn into another project. If so, I'd want to call it The Walking Wounded or something. The Goners is already taken, that's John Hiatt's band's name.
After I got back from Justin's, I made dinner and I was so fatigued after doing the dishes I had to relax on the couch and watch Simpson's reruns. I couldn't figure out why I was so beat and then I thought, "You rode 20 miles this morning, dumbass."
I was supposed to go to a birthday party last night, but I didn't have it in me. Carter showed up to do some work in the studio and I chatted with him before watching Law & Order and then going to bed.
I've got three hours to figure out if I'm going to any of the Superbowl parties and which ones.
Tomorrow night is scrabble night! Shiner has a new hefeweizen that is really spicy. Lots of sage/clover flavor. Eeees veddy nice.
In the future, I'm hoping to post more creatively and less reporting.
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Good luck on the job.