i'll sleep when i'm dead...
yes, i'd like to make a reservation for the warren zevon suite at the betty ford hotel, please...
i've said at times in the past that i think jerry garcia had it about as right as you could have it...he lived about three lifetimes in a little over 50 years, and got out. i don't know that he planned it that way, or that it would have even been part of his philosophy, really...he didn't seem the type to have that kind of outlook.
me, however, i'm bent on gettin' as much in as i can before homer simpson knocks on my door dressed as the grim reaper.
this weekend, i play with the youngers on friday night in easton, pa - which should damn near be easton, nj, as far as i'm concerned. then, i have to leave from there and head to pittsburgh to play a 1pm showcase with my buddy charlie degenhart, and then back to the rollicking bingo capital of the world here in berks county for a stone road gig. i've recruited the capable driving assistance of my fellow bleeding heart liberal mitch dieghan to split the driving with me, as i dunno if i can do that whole stretch "on the natch", as jim croce used to say.
somehow, though, all my stretches have been on the natch...and God (the only guy who rates capitalization in my little chaotic grammar world) has seen fit to take the wheel a time or two. back when i did nothing but drive from room to room, playing in corners all alone at night, there were a number of times that i would wake up in the morning in my bed and not remember having passed certain things that i know i must have driven past on my way home. entire stretches of interstate would be wiped from my memory. the only explanation for this that i'm able to foster is that i must've been asleep or very near it.
which means that eventually the law of averages will probably catch up to me and i'll go down the way harry chapin and michael hedges did...in the seat of my car. or, if it's to be this weekend, someone else's car.
we're gonna rent something for the trip this weekend - i just bought another van, a VW, almost exactly like the one i had sans sunroof, a couple years newer, and with half the miles on it. i had hoped to pick it up this week, but it's become pretty obvious that this is not gonna happen, what with work being what it is right now and the time not being available. but - that's cool. probably not a good idea to pound seven hundred miles down its throat the minute i get the title folded into my wallet.
a banjo has invaded my house and has captivated everyone who touches it, from wendy to my son the dirtmonkie. in fact, i've taught him most of the riffs from "dueling banjos" already...last weekend, he sat out on the porch with it, plucking out the beginning notes quite deliberately, and i couldn't help but wonder what the neighbors musta thought...
the weissenborn clone has arrived, and it is absolutely beautiful. it's got some miles on it, but it sings. i'm loathe to even change the strings - i'm afraid i'll somehow screw it up. i will, eventually, end up writing the guy i bought it from to inquire as to what was on it, but i'm not sure if he'll know or not. it's a K&S guitar, a company that folded some years back and morphed into superior guitars and are continuing to produce some fine, fine instruments. anyone that gets a rave review from mister dave is ok with me.
this is an instrument that sounds familiar, but doesn't sound like anything else. i know that makes no sense, but that's the only way i can describe it. i still can't believe i got it for what i paid for it. pinch me.
this past weekend wasn't one of the better stone road shows...in fact, i walked outta there pretty severely disappointed with what we passed off as a performance. this weekend will be a good opportunity to redeem ourselves, as we'll be in familiar company in a room that most of us have felt comfortable in...and i really hope we kick some ass, because i sorely need to feel that, after phoning last weekend in.
i crossed paths with an old concert promoter that i used to work with on a regular basis not too long ago, and was reacquainted with the extent to which a person can delude themselves - he's got a show coming into town this sunday with the little river band and al stewart, and they're not doing so hot on ticket sales, and i'm hoping they don't lose their asses, but they never seem to be able to do anything right...i hear these numbers from these guys with regard to how much they spend promoting these shows, and yet no one knows about them...part of me wants to jump in and help them out, and part of me just wants to keep my distance and sadly shake my head. knowing my penchant for overextending myself, i'm almost afraid of what's going to happen...
i've been removing some stuff from the studio, buying some extra equipment, and thinking a lot in terms of rewiring and rebuilding and getting ready for the jodi album - i'm anxious to get marty higgins' ass out here too, to cut some stuff. i had put a lot of energy into putting it together and never got it to gel with the computer integration the way i thought it would, but i've taken some steps to iron that out, in terms of getting rid of some obsolete equipment that i'd pushed too hard to incorporate, and once the wiring is redone, i think i'm gonna be in a really good place to go into these records.
pushing 1 am....gotta sleep.
sorry, warren...not quite there yet, man. check back this weekend.
i've said at times in the past that i think jerry garcia had it about as right as you could have it...he lived about three lifetimes in a little over 50 years, and got out. i don't know that he planned it that way, or that it would have even been part of his philosophy, really...he didn't seem the type to have that kind of outlook.
me, however, i'm bent on gettin' as much in as i can before homer simpson knocks on my door dressed as the grim reaper.
this weekend, i play with the youngers on friday night in easton, pa - which should damn near be easton, nj, as far as i'm concerned. then, i have to leave from there and head to pittsburgh to play a 1pm showcase with my buddy charlie degenhart, and then back to the rollicking bingo capital of the world here in berks county for a stone road gig. i've recruited the capable driving assistance of my fellow bleeding heart liberal mitch dieghan to split the driving with me, as i dunno if i can do that whole stretch "on the natch", as jim croce used to say.
somehow, though, all my stretches have been on the natch...and God (the only guy who rates capitalization in my little chaotic grammar world) has seen fit to take the wheel a time or two. back when i did nothing but drive from room to room, playing in corners all alone at night, there were a number of times that i would wake up in the morning in my bed and not remember having passed certain things that i know i must have driven past on my way home. entire stretches of interstate would be wiped from my memory. the only explanation for this that i'm able to foster is that i must've been asleep or very near it.
which means that eventually the law of averages will probably catch up to me and i'll go down the way harry chapin and michael hedges did...in the seat of my car. or, if it's to be this weekend, someone else's car.
we're gonna rent something for the trip this weekend - i just bought another van, a VW, almost exactly like the one i had sans sunroof, a couple years newer, and with half the miles on it. i had hoped to pick it up this week, but it's become pretty obvious that this is not gonna happen, what with work being what it is right now and the time not being available. but - that's cool. probably not a good idea to pound seven hundred miles down its throat the minute i get the title folded into my wallet.
a banjo has invaded my house and has captivated everyone who touches it, from wendy to my son the dirtmonkie. in fact, i've taught him most of the riffs from "dueling banjos" already...last weekend, he sat out on the porch with it, plucking out the beginning notes quite deliberately, and i couldn't help but wonder what the neighbors musta thought...
the weissenborn clone has arrived, and it is absolutely beautiful. it's got some miles on it, but it sings. i'm loathe to even change the strings - i'm afraid i'll somehow screw it up. i will, eventually, end up writing the guy i bought it from to inquire as to what was on it, but i'm not sure if he'll know or not. it's a K&S guitar, a company that folded some years back and morphed into superior guitars and are continuing to produce some fine, fine instruments. anyone that gets a rave review from mister dave is ok with me.
this is an instrument that sounds familiar, but doesn't sound like anything else. i know that makes no sense, but that's the only way i can describe it. i still can't believe i got it for what i paid for it. pinch me.
this past weekend wasn't one of the better stone road shows...in fact, i walked outta there pretty severely disappointed with what we passed off as a performance. this weekend will be a good opportunity to redeem ourselves, as we'll be in familiar company in a room that most of us have felt comfortable in...and i really hope we kick some ass, because i sorely need to feel that, after phoning last weekend in.
i crossed paths with an old concert promoter that i used to work with on a regular basis not too long ago, and was reacquainted with the extent to which a person can delude themselves - he's got a show coming into town this sunday with the little river band and al stewart, and they're not doing so hot on ticket sales, and i'm hoping they don't lose their asses, but they never seem to be able to do anything right...i hear these numbers from these guys with regard to how much they spend promoting these shows, and yet no one knows about them...part of me wants to jump in and help them out, and part of me just wants to keep my distance and sadly shake my head. knowing my penchant for overextending myself, i'm almost afraid of what's going to happen...
i've been removing some stuff from the studio, buying some extra equipment, and thinking a lot in terms of rewiring and rebuilding and getting ready for the jodi album - i'm anxious to get marty higgins' ass out here too, to cut some stuff. i had put a lot of energy into putting it together and never got it to gel with the computer integration the way i thought it would, but i've taken some steps to iron that out, in terms of getting rid of some obsolete equipment that i'd pushed too hard to incorporate, and once the wiring is redone, i think i'm gonna be in a really good place to go into these records.
pushing 1 am....gotta sleep.
sorry, warren...not quite there yet, man. check back this weekend.
posted by tom at 00:11
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