Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Lost pet alert.

Wrong numbers and recordings call me. I was thinking about going to The Blue Note 20 years ago, and it reminded me of how different the city was when it was new to me. I take it for granted now, and it doesn't inspire that sense of wonder in me any more, or I just don't go out looking for it. Did I have more time then? I think of such things this time of year, and, as usual, I have that "once this or that day is out of the way" kinda feeling of the holidays keeping me from doing anything about it. I didn't get to enjoy fall this year. I don't know if enjoy is the right word. There's usually a fresh, "new beginning" feeling about it for me that most people associate with spring. For better or worse, I missed that seasonal association this year. Maybe I'm working too much, and I can't feel bad about working these days. I just tried playing a cassette. It didn't work. I'm gonna try printing stuff. Maybe that will work.

Okay, that worked, and I got the cassette working. I feel better. My answering machine ran out of room today. It was mostly prerecorded messages of men speaking yiddish. Some of them were telling me who to vote for in yiddish. There was one recording telling me a neighbor lost a cat. I recorded 26 such messages onto my computer to add to the others I've collected over the years. I will some day make something out of them. Then I erased my answering machine. To start over.

Monday, November 24, 2008


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Mixed up.

I've not been managing my time well. I realize developing film is not actually accomplishing something, nor making anything. I need to make some moves. I got the biggest tip of my life last night, and it was after the show. I am not going on a six week tour of eastern europe and Russia. My diet is hilarious. My tolerance for hassle has waned significantly.

Show up to beg for money in your private jet. A million lives hang in the way of your year-end bonus and the dividends for your shareholders. You tell the public what they want. You blame the public for not knowing any better. I'm torn. More people will suffer than ones who deserve to.

Monday, November 17, 2008

I'm exhausted, so I'm writing.

One hour of sleep, followed by 16 hours of work.

"I love this city."

Then we had pizza. Mine had tri-color tortellini on it.

No one wanted to go out after work.

Adam turned 21. Wonder what local bars he'll hang out in.

I have two bios up on my site. Would love a third. Any takers?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Started developing again.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Side note.

Tonight's bands played both electric and acoustic guitars. The electrics were made of wood. The acoustics, two different brands, were made out of graphite composites. I was not impressed.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Bass politics.

I just had a dream I was supposed to give this kid a bass lesson. I had no idea what to teach him, and I didn't even have a bass with me. I was at what was Dana's studio, and borrowed a bass from her. The kid's bass had the frets removed, but the slots weren't filled in, and It was black and very metal. While I was trying to get set up, and wondering what to teach, he was on his cell phone having a very serious political discussion. I woke up to find that the political discussion was on the radio.