Midweek Meltdown

My house is now complete and utter chaos-- (like, even the cats are going, "Who the heck is running this hell-hole? --I want to speak to the manager on duty!") I'm spending most of my waking hours either in the driveway or garage, usually colder than I want to be. I've now determined my Dad will probably be fine, but still, that was a stress-out. I have a self-inflicted haircut inducing case of hormone poisoning, and less than two weeks to get everything ready for my next show. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Also it seems an unusually high number of drivers are intentionally trying to incur my wrath (that's right "shay (heart) bay" --I'm talking to you) I'm aware of the possibility this is all "just me". (sigh)

I have to admit, at times like this it does please me, even though it's wrong and bad, that Dan Auerbach persists in his vain attempts to win my affections. Take a listen to "All You Ever Wanted" in the player and you'll know what I mean. Another great make-out song from the phenomenal Black Keys. (You email folks just scoot over to the real thing by clicking on the blog title)

As for my own music career (joke) -- it's on hold for now. I loved my drum lessons but as my assignments grew more complicated the old pillow and cookie sheet just weren't making it. Everything pretty much sounded like this-- "poof bap, poof poof bap-- clank, clank, poof bap." Not very jamtastic. Hopefully, after the show I'll be able to scope out used drum sets on Craig's.
For now I'll be content to shake it in ye old driveway and garage, and shower... you know, jamming out as best I can.

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