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Oh, well. Honestly, there's been nothing to talk about. Work has slowed to a trickle; I finished up my mini-tour last month, and for July there's been butt-all to do until we left yesterday for tonight's gig in Merced. And I hate to say it, but I don't think it's going to be one of our best. We slacked off rehearsing for a few weeks, and then the offer came out of nowhere and we had to load up. And plus I was rearranging the furniture in my living room the other day and I did something to my back. It's not awful, just enough to make sitting down as uncomfortable as standing up.
I think I probably have myself to blame; I've been sitting around too much in between shows. I keep turning on the History Channel, but the more I watch it, the more pissed off I get. I'm sorry, but I really think whoever works there needs a refresher course on the definition of the word "history". My dictionary calls it "the past events of a period in time". See, that would be "events" as things that actually happened. This would seem like an easy enough conclusion to come to. However, the people at the so-called History Channel insist on running hour-long specials on things like King Arthur and Watergate with a very novel approach. They don't tell you what happened; oh no, that would be too easy. They ask you instead. "Was the King Arthur myth based on a real person?" "Will we ever know what was said on the 18-1/2 minutes of erased tape?" "Were these inscriptions written by Ancient Astronauts?" Oh, I don't know. It beats the Horrible Things That Happen to Women When They Leave Their House Channel, excuse me, the Lifetime Channel, but still, as brainfood it's a bit carb-heavy.
I actually feel better now that that's out. I almost thought about not taking the gig but work has been just too damn slow. I hate going weeks without playing; I can only afford to have about two slow months a year and I really don't like having one so soon. Oh well. My voice is still in damn good shape, and I think we'll be fine after the first couple of songs. I'll just keep a couple Advil in the pocket of my guitar case, and wash it down with the first Heineken someone passes me. You know what, Merced? I think I can take you two out of three after all. And with that, I'm off to go spit on my hands.
I think I probably have myself to blame; I've been sitting around too much in between shows. I keep turning on the History Channel, but the more I watch it, the more pissed off I get. I'm sorry, but I really think whoever works there needs a refresher course on the definition of the word "history". My dictionary calls it "the past events of a period in time". See, that would be "events" as things that actually happened. This would seem like an easy enough conclusion to come to. However, the people at the so-called History Channel insist on running hour-long specials on things like King Arthur and Watergate with a very novel approach. They don't tell you what happened; oh no, that would be too easy. They ask you instead. "Was the King Arthur myth based on a real person?" "Will we ever know what was said on the 18-1/2 minutes of erased tape?" "Were these inscriptions written by Ancient Astronauts?" Oh, I don't know. It beats the Horrible Things That Happen to Women When They Leave Their House Channel, excuse me, the Lifetime Channel, but still, as brainfood it's a bit carb-heavy.
I actually feel better now that that's out. I almost thought about not taking the gig but work has been just too damn slow. I hate going weeks without playing; I can only afford to have about two slow months a year and I really don't like having one so soon. Oh well. My voice is still in damn good shape, and I think we'll be fine after the first couple of songs. I'll just keep a couple Advil in the pocket of my guitar case, and wash it down with the first Heineken someone passes me. You know what, Merced? I think I can take you two out of three after all. And with that, I'm off to go spit on my hands.