Mid-January, Rain - January 13, 2012 |
December 01, 2003 Just got back from a longish two day road trip. For just being two days, it was simply packed with adventure. Most of the adventure occurred in the van we had borrowed, and involved trying to make the EZPass work, but still... there was the moment I had a hot flash in my down coat and the zipper stuck and I couldn't get out of it and I was driving and we had to go through the toll without paying and later we found the EZPass velcroed to the bottom of my bandmate's purse. Or the night drive from Maryland after Sunday's gig, planning to stay halfway up at the parental units' house (said parents being away), only to find at 1:30am that the keypad on the alarm system wouldn't function and we couldn't get in without setting off the alarm and waking the neighborhood, because the police have to come and turn it off, so had to drive the last 3 hours back home, landing me back in my apartment at 5:00 THIS MORNING. I can safely attest that's the latest I've ever gotten back from a tour. So those were the glamorous parts. The gigs were pretty good, one at a yoga institute and one at a Lutheran church. We do a lot of our gigging in churches, it seems, even though we're not specifically of the faith. A lot of what we do has a spiritual bent, so we seem to cross a lot of religious borders, which is fine with me; I think that's how it should be. But then someone approached us from a Christian radio station; I didn't talk to him myself but I gather he wanted to be able to do interviews and give us airplay, but I really would like it if we weren't pigeonholed in that market. We never once have sung the "J" word (unless it's in a Christmas carol, around this time of year), and I feel a lot more comfortable playing for the Maharishi, thanks very much. Aside from being rather short on sleep, today was all right. I switched vehicles and got my little car back, and we landed another December gig for a lot of money. Yesss! Later I spilled wine on myself, my desk, and some of my papers, and there was much cursing, but aside from that I didn't brood much on me wrongs wot 'appened 'eaven knows 'ow many years ago. (Line I like very much from Sweeney Todd, the best musical ever produced) Tomorrow I go back to a woman who practices Reiki and other energy treatments. I saw her once in March or April, and had a very interesting experience. She's also a clairvoyant and part of her session is to open up to messages from the client's departed relatives or whoever else is in the area and wants to speak. I heard a great deal from my mother, who had passed only a few months before, and now that my dad is gone I wonder if he'll show up too. And it reminds me that I promised to write about the bass player... and still, I don't feel like going into the whole story, but I'll put in a separate entry a poem I wrote when I went to see this woman last, and was at that time estranged from this man. I called it Reiki... |
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