Playing music for the lord.
Last night I dreamt about getting into a fist fight with a deer... The little bugger won. He was standing on his hind legs and jabbing at me... kind've like a kangaroo might... but it was a deer. I don't remember fighting back too much... just that in the end the deer stood victorious over my crippled body. How random...
I've been learning to play "Blackbird". Yay. I'm actually mastering it... slowly... but surely. Today in church I stayed awake long enough to hear my dad play. For those of you who do not know, my dad plays guitar in the church band. And he plays very well and has been playing very well for over 3 decades. It's funny to watch him down there. I know when he was my age he probably dreamed of being a rock star. Sometimes I wonder if being in a church band is close enough to his dream to meet his satisfaction. I guess eventually we'll all have to settle for being in church bands... (metaphorically, of course.)
If it is any consolation, dad, you seem and play much more like a rock star than the rest of the band.
*Note to all who may get the wrong idea: I am an aetheist and only attend church to fulfill my parents requirement for me living in their house. They are in fact, ordained ministers... the both of them. It is actually quite common for ministers to have aethiest children. Go figure.
All right... what else... Ok. Went shopping with Daniel yesterday. I bought 4 books. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy, and three by Vonnegut: Bluebeard, Hocus Pocus, and Cat's Cradle. Books and Books is wonderful.
Jude the Obscure is wonderful so far... but I will not discuss it further because it will soon be the subject of a book club meeting. All right.
Everything I just wrote is pointless to everyone but myself. I do not care, because if you are reading it... then it is your problem.
Good evening.
I've been learning to play "Blackbird". Yay. I'm actually mastering it... slowly... but surely. Today in church I stayed awake long enough to hear my dad play. For those of you who do not know, my dad plays guitar in the church band. And he plays very well and has been playing very well for over 3 decades. It's funny to watch him down there. I know when he was my age he probably dreamed of being a rock star. Sometimes I wonder if being in a church band is close enough to his dream to meet his satisfaction. I guess eventually we'll all have to settle for being in church bands... (metaphorically, of course.)
If it is any consolation, dad, you seem and play much more like a rock star than the rest of the band.
*Note to all who may get the wrong idea: I am an aetheist and only attend church to fulfill my parents requirement for me living in their house. They are in fact, ordained ministers... the both of them. It is actually quite common for ministers to have aethiest children. Go figure.
All right... what else... Ok. Went shopping with Daniel yesterday. I bought 4 books. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy, and three by Vonnegut: Bluebeard, Hocus Pocus, and Cat's Cradle. Books and Books is wonderful.
Jude the Obscure is wonderful so far... but I will not discuss it further because it will soon be the subject of a book club meeting. All right.
Everything I just wrote is pointless to everyone but myself. I do not care, because if you are reading it... then it is your problem.
Good evening.