procrastination and the postseason
so, off i go into the night in a few hours, and wishing i was a little more psyched than i'm feeling at the moment...
the youngers are bendin' over backwards to accomodate my weekend deathwish - picking me up right at the door and driving me to the gig and back. todd knows the drill, he's followed me on enough of these impossible, two-gigs-in-one-day, diving-for-impossible-catches trips to know what i'm tryin' to pull off. lately, in thinking about everything that i try to cram into my life and what i should weed out to try and create some sanity within it, the youngers always creep really close to the top of the "trim" list - everyone in the band is involved with other bands, other projects, other things - and it feels like it'd be the most logical thing to try to ease my way out of, but i'm drawn to it somehow. todd and i have a bond that goes back a long time, and my gut tells me that when i pull out, that gets damaged somehow.
we're like an old married couple - we both have traits that drive each other crazy, but somehow we're still here....
i remember, when i started this blog, it was going to be an extension of my website, and it was going to deal pretty much exclusively with what was going on in that arena of my career, and i'd leave it at that, for fear of exposing too much of what was going on in my head to uninterested parties...there are lines that are drawn in my head that i attempt not to cross, but it's becoming more difficult over time.
for instance, i find myself completely perplexed at the inevitability of a marlins-yankees world series, when it simply should not have been. it's even more heartbreaking due to the fact that both teams were a mere five outs away from finishing off the other team when all hell broke loose.
two years, three sports, four teams i've allowed myself to get caught up in emotionally, and every one of 'em have let me down. makes it hard to remember that in 2001 i got to see the patriots win a superbowl and curt schilling pitch the diamondbacks to a world series title, which removed a little of the scar tissue of the '92 phillies for me...the anaheim angels series win was inspiring, but i wasn't really following them until the series itself.
maybe it's time to outgrow sports, man. i get too caught up in this stuff.
anyway, the demise of the cubs/red sox world series turned out to be the yet another unfulfilled pipe dream. and it was all ed king wanted for his birthday, too, man. just an all-around fuckin' shame.
anyway, i think i've elaborated already on this weekends' events - it all gets underway in about an hour or so. i met wendy for lunch, and i think she's out scouting potential clothing for tomorrow afternoons' brief show - she sure does cover my ass a lot. i could have easily taken today off completely, making sure everything was in order for the weekend, but instead here i sit...and the fact is, it's crept up on me a bit. i ordered two brand new fishman resonator pickups that only arrived yesterday, which means that i can't really take my dobro or my national with me tomorrow, as i had no time to put the pickups in...it'll end up being mandolin and lap steel, i think - but that's fine. that's what i do best, anyway. i am a little terrified that going in late tonight and prepping/packing for the gig is probably not the best idea, but i'm usually pretty thorough.
my buddy mitch, the "bleeding heart liberal", has a sick friend to tend to and can't come along for the activities this weekend. i know how much he was looking forward to this, and i can only imagine he must be pretty bummed. hearts don't get much bigger than his, man. (when i annointed him with rush the pill poppers' famous catchphrase last week, he wasn't sure what i meant...it's a blessing, buddy, not a curse.)
i'm sure the mental checklist of what to do/when to be/what to wear/which songs to play will pass through my brain many, many times this evening....
i can't remember there ever being a time when i wasn't the world's biggest procrastinator. and i only get better with age.
the youngers are bendin' over backwards to accomodate my weekend deathwish - picking me up right at the door and driving me to the gig and back. todd knows the drill, he's followed me on enough of these impossible, two-gigs-in-one-day, diving-for-impossible-catches trips to know what i'm tryin' to pull off. lately, in thinking about everything that i try to cram into my life and what i should weed out to try and create some sanity within it, the youngers always creep really close to the top of the "trim" list - everyone in the band is involved with other bands, other projects, other things - and it feels like it'd be the most logical thing to try to ease my way out of, but i'm drawn to it somehow. todd and i have a bond that goes back a long time, and my gut tells me that when i pull out, that gets damaged somehow.
we're like an old married couple - we both have traits that drive each other crazy, but somehow we're still here....
i remember, when i started this blog, it was going to be an extension of my website, and it was going to deal pretty much exclusively with what was going on in that arena of my career, and i'd leave it at that, for fear of exposing too much of what was going on in my head to uninterested parties...there are lines that are drawn in my head that i attempt not to cross, but it's becoming more difficult over time.
for instance, i find myself completely perplexed at the inevitability of a marlins-yankees world series, when it simply should not have been. it's even more heartbreaking due to the fact that both teams were a mere five outs away from finishing off the other team when all hell broke loose.
two years, three sports, four teams i've allowed myself to get caught up in emotionally, and every one of 'em have let me down. makes it hard to remember that in 2001 i got to see the patriots win a superbowl and curt schilling pitch the diamondbacks to a world series title, which removed a little of the scar tissue of the '92 phillies for me...the anaheim angels series win was inspiring, but i wasn't really following them until the series itself.
maybe it's time to outgrow sports, man. i get too caught up in this stuff.
anyway, the demise of the cubs/red sox world series turned out to be the yet another unfulfilled pipe dream. and it was all ed king wanted for his birthday, too, man. just an all-around fuckin' shame.
anyway, i think i've elaborated already on this weekends' events - it all gets underway in about an hour or so. i met wendy for lunch, and i think she's out scouting potential clothing for tomorrow afternoons' brief show - she sure does cover my ass a lot. i could have easily taken today off completely, making sure everything was in order for the weekend, but instead here i sit...and the fact is, it's crept up on me a bit. i ordered two brand new fishman resonator pickups that only arrived yesterday, which means that i can't really take my dobro or my national with me tomorrow, as i had no time to put the pickups in...it'll end up being mandolin and lap steel, i think - but that's fine. that's what i do best, anyway. i am a little terrified that going in late tonight and prepping/packing for the gig is probably not the best idea, but i'm usually pretty thorough.
my buddy mitch, the "bleeding heart liberal", has a sick friend to tend to and can't come along for the activities this weekend. i know how much he was looking forward to this, and i can only imagine he must be pretty bummed. hearts don't get much bigger than his, man. (when i annointed him with rush the pill poppers' famous catchphrase last week, he wasn't sure what i meant...it's a blessing, buddy, not a curse.)
i'm sure the mental checklist of what to do/when to be/what to wear/which songs to play will pass through my brain many, many times this evening....
i can't remember there ever being a time when i wasn't the world's biggest procrastinator. and i only get better with age.
posted by tom at 16:21
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