taming the trainwreck

now playing: blake allen, "ghosting"


soon begins the Weekend of No Commitments.


i told todd i would go to see his band play at the silo tomorrow night, but that's it. i have told no one that i'd do anything in particular all weekend long.

i said earlier when todd and i were talking about it that i was torn between going directly home after work and locking the door and not leaving the house all weekend long until it was time to go to work on monday, or leaving work and not going back to the house at all until it was time to get ready for work on monday, and i hadn't made up my mind which it would be just yet...


as is usually the case, the answer tends to lie somewhere in between the extremes.


i'm feeling as though i've made quite a bit of progress in terms of taming the general trainwreck that the house has been since we've moved in...and i feel pretty good about that. i think that this weekend i'm going to allow myself the luxury of not feeling obligated or committed to any task or job in particular, for once.

i probably will go see frog holler at the silo tomorrow night. and i'll probably get up in the morning and go down to keith's in the morning, too. then i'll probably pick up some stuff at the supermarket and go home and hibernate for the rest of the weekend.


hell, i might even do something that i've yet to do all year long...

...watch an entire football game from start to finish.



blake was over last night for the first of what i'm sure will be several rehearsals of the material from the album...i didn't have much energy left from the week to contribute, but it did paint a pretty graphic picture of the differences between the material as it exists on the record and what we're able to pull off between the two of us.

i don't feel as though he took the material to a place where we can't reach it, but when you're accustomed to listening to all the parts that are currently on the record, you tend to forget the original picture of the song as it existed when it was written...one song in particular is going to be challenging, though...i played dobro, mandolin, bass and sang harmony on it, and i can't do all that live, obviously...but i do have pictures of rusty young in my head, sitting at his pedal steel guitar with a banjo strapped on...

..delusions of grandeur....


one thing, though, that i'm making a personal commitment to doing this weekend is committing the Ballad Of The Ass Doctor to these pages...it was just too funny not to pass along, really.


now, though, the end of the day approaches...and i just don't feel as though i have a whole lot to say.