Had my reading group towards the end of the day yesterday, and afterwords I headed home quickly, excited for jam. We had KE on sax, AP on bass, AS on drums, RG on lead/rhythm and same with me. It didn’t take us long to find some good stuff and time flew by.
I had earlier rearranged the living room to accommodate the giant bookshelf I brought up from my advisor’s old office. The thing has worked out nicely, it’s basically a giant wall, now creating a kind of hallway leading into the living room. I moved the standing computer over near the balcony doors, onto a small desk there. Because of that move, I couldn’t play through Logic into the receiver, so instead ran some RCA cables out to the Rokit 8’s, and it was killer.
I was surprised by the arrival of a friend, a drummer, who was told we had a drummer for the session already. The guy was really undependable, always canceling late in the day, leaving us sometimes having to play only with Logic loops. So we have a new guy, really excellent, who’s starting to come more frequently, and most importantly, when he says he’ll come, he comes. Anyway, the other guy came too, and I wasn’t sure what would happen when the other drummer arrived. As he started to set up the kit, he accidentally knocked a glass framed poster of mine, a beloved print of HR Giger’s Alien from 1992 “Necronom IV”, over on its side. It shattered and it was upsetting, but those things happen. I consoled him. The poster itself seems OK, and that’s most important.
Next, the sax player opened a beer that virtually exploded in his hand, all over the floor and against some books. UGH. That’s two.
About an hour in as we hit some nice stuff, MY SOUND CUT OUT. Turns out the Rokits can’t handle the hot signal straight, and I probably blew a fuse. Three. UGH.
Once we finished and were doing our usual wrap up chat, my friend who’s been staying over while here on a work trip returned from some meetings at the UN. He joined the conversation and we all had a good time talking. He started telling some stories about adventures we’ve had in other parts of the world and it was nice to hear how he describes things.
“And this one time Duck and I were in Burkina Faso and the Gendarmerie Nationale took us in because they thought he was foreign military.
“Stop lying!” the General yelled, and Duck says to him, “If this is how you treat all your visitors no one will ever want to come here.” And the General yelled: “Why are you here!?” And Duck says “Obviously not for the hospitality.” To myself I was like, oh god, here we go. Please don’t get us killed, please don’t get us killed. Then Duck goes, “Look in my bag, look in my pockets, do you see anything that looks suspicious? Here’s my passport, here’s my phone.” And the General says: “Take off your shirt!” and Duck goes “You’re not even going to buy me dinner first?” and the General looked like he was about to behead him, and I honestly thought that was it for both of us. But then amazingly he smiled and started laughing, and says “Take it off!” and Duck goes, “OK but I smell really bad…” and the general goes: “No! No! Keep it on! Keep it on!” and I couldn’t believe it. They let us go and didn’t even take our money or anything.”
Seems like another life, or a lifetime ago. I miss those days so much, it drives me to keep pushing the NYC adventure as hard as possible.
My experience here pales in many ways, and in others is even more extreme.
Anyway, we chatted until my friend passed out and I showered off the day, swimming in memories of foreign adventures. I was really glad he came to stay for a while. He’ll be back in 3 weeks, and then I likely will not see him until I’m next over there in the Motherland.
Budapest coming up, and the Balkins after that.
I needed new dress shoes for work as I’ve entered some new circles in which that kind of thing is more important, unfortunately. These were really comfortable and I like the structure, for the first time ever. So it turns out there exist dress shoes I don’t want to burn in a furnace of hate.
What do you think?
And you must be dying to see the other side at this point, right?
Eh… viola!
The leather is really excellent, they have a nice solid feel, while being supple, too. When you walk in them, it makes a grinding sound, like walking on snow, as the leather moves around. I can live with these. They look good with grey pants, and as I’ve learned today, jeans too. New universals? Hardly. But it is nice to have something besides Limmers when needed, which might be more frequently now that I’m moving up a bit.
With the cold evening last night, my sleep was excellent, deep and luxurious. I was so comfortable the whole night, I didn’t wake up once. I woke up less sore than expected, so I’m ready to train heavy again tonight. I woke up in my best natural state– fists clenched, hard dick, ready to explode, muffling myself as much as possible as I confront another day in the fuckedness of time.
