Tales from a Suck Gig

So I've been trying to carve out the time to make myself practice all week, but as it is always the way of things I was going to have to really work for it and I just didn't have it in me. The girls were so very needy and anyway, needless to say I played for all of about 10 minutes all week. So on my way over to rehearsal I start picking on my fingernails because I never learn. So I accidently rip my right hand plucker's nail off a good little way into the quick. yeah, right before the 5 hours that I am not prepared or in shape for. I hate to sound like a whiner, I'm really just mentioning it in the context of the day. So I have that rehearsal and muddle through, it's only a rehearsal so I don't have to worry too much about it but it's a three hour rehearsal with it's own challenges.... Anyway, I get over to Borders for the gig and I'm really looking forward to playing, we have some new music that should be a lot easier to read through and hopefully we'll have fewer of those train wreck moments that seem to make this group both exciting and terrifying. The - My god he's gonna hit the top of the head here?! - sort of stuff, and the - Holy shit where are we now - kind of wackiness that I haven't had happen to me since grade school. But alas, Anne didn't show so no solid time. And for some reason Les' equipment was emitting a horrid and terrible fuzz and distortion on his low end which this fucker in the front row decided must be coming from the horrid bass guitar so it must be turned down and now! Oh no he was not going to sit right there in the front row right the fuck in front of the pa speaker and have to hear a bass guitar sound so horrid. Yeah. it's not me. my shit works. So he complained loudly about the bass for the whole first several tunes until I was seriously turned so far down that I could not hear myself and I am the only thing that keeps the band together when it gets off the rails but I could not step in and assert myself because that fucker had made me turn so far down and I had no finger nail with which to make volume. So it was horrible and no fun and we sounded really bad and I hate that feeling.

But today, is a new day, and it is my birthday and it is also Abbey's birthday so I will try to make her day the best day that she will love the best because she is 6 and has definite opinions about such things. She wanted to wake up at Grandma's and get the grandma birthday treatment and I do not blame her one little bit.

And on that note see my sidebar for my new favorite birthday song

Abbey's Reading Philosophy

The first step to reading is recognizing symbols.

So I was just browsing around and saw the new Twilight promo with all of those hot native dudes and I was just thinking how Ed from Northern Exposure is the hottest, so I wonder, hmm, what's Ed up to these days so I am looking around and find that I can add him to my list of famous people born in Winfield. Winfield is the place where my parents met, it is the place where Phil Lesh's mother was born and has been sort of prominent lately because I am trying hard to get my family and myself or at least just myself down to the bluegrass festival that is held therein.

Hmmm

so I did it. I joined up with the heavy metal marimba band. It's a whole lot of nothing right now, there are no other members that I can tell but the record is just lacking bass. It's really interesting stuff and very zappa esque with some seriously chop oriented fastness. I've gotta say that so far I like it.

hmmm.

Ouch

Dabbers showed up at 2 with nightmares so I ended up on the couch. Our couch is a love seat. Not sure what she's nightmaring about, yesterday was pretty regular. She has discovered the joys of serial literature. Yesterday as she finished Ruby the Red Fairy she came a running to tell me that "Mama! We have to get the next book so I can find out what happens next!" So I head to the internet where I find that the series goes on for 88 books with more planned. And now I am really behind on my reading because I wanna read her stuff too. And then I had this incredibly funny thought that maybe Daisy Meadows (the author) is actually Tom the bad neighbor. HA HA

So yesterday while getting into the first of the sun sals brokedown palace came on the show I was listening to and all of a sudden I was Jerry lying there by himself dying on that bed like he did. I am trying to document these things that happen on the mat where I'm gone and someone else is here, not sure why.

Everything just really goes so much better when I DO the yoga.

that is all

guarding against fingertip bruising

I hate it when that happens. Today I am off to audition for a marimba fronted heavy metal band. Could be interesting. Then comes Outskirts rehearsal, where I shall employ tree pose and a loud ohm at that one that is always after my goat.

I finally have found a yarn a pattern combination with which to make my next thing(s?), I felt like the tibetan sand painter guys yesterday when I frogged my almost completed and almost 100g intricately cabled glove, which was just the wrong size. John felt that they insulted his manhood so I was left with the task of completing the first and making the second without the inspiration of knowing that I would enjoy them or even knowing WHO would, and I am not interested in making this project for random OTHER, this yarn is for me or mine.

But now I have learned to make the most awesomest sock cuff ever and I think I need to go and invest in some washing machine bags. If folks would keep the hand knits out of the dryer I wouldn't have to suffer the loss of so many I do not think.