Being in multiple bands is about as accomplished as being in multiple D&D campaigns.
Having delivered the last of the Second Year MBA Q2 course books to the Exchange (knock on wood pulp), I suppose I can justify tossing out a few lines. Still haven't caught up with this week's Glee, but there are more important matters. Not that this is one of them.
Tacit Act, in case you haven't noticed, has been a bit quiet in public realms lately. As in, *almost let the domain expire* kind of quiet. What with the coming three weeks of magic, jdavyd and I have put weekly practices on hold until I get back next month at earliest. But I'm learning my way around Cubase and getting recording-things started, at least. I have my sister's (well, Dad's really) Gibson here since she's in a VCU dorm now, to put apples-to-apples against the Robert Cray Strat and see which best suits what I'm doing (guitars I didn't actually buy ftw). As much as I've been rejecting and repelling the idea for so long, I fear that more guitar is worming its way into this album, filling in little cracks and canals that might have otherwise gone unnoticed. Since most of my avoidance thereof thus far has been a misbegotten sense of rebellion, this isn't necessarily a bad thing.
First Bella Morte practice post-Dragon*Con was last night, and apparently went better than the two real band members were expecting. Looks like there's only three new songs for me to learn (two being pulled from the vaults by request, as it were). We're now two weeks away from leaving and I'm just ready to fucking go already. Get the hell on that road of frantic escapism. Though I should probably get a haircut and some new eye makeup first. Priorities.
Tomorrow Shawn and I head up to D.C. to play a ten-minute set for an AIDS vigil in conjunction with the National Equality March. For once I'll be actively (albeit somewhat indirectly) supporting the equality issue instead of talking it up without really doing a damn thing, as is my wont. Even this isn't of my own initiative, maybe it'll be the kind of thing to spur me to more proactive support in the future. There's still no way to tell if the cause will be ultimately viewed by history as a small necessity or a civil rights landmark. But either way, this shit needs to get *handled* already. Even if all the dominoes do take another fifteen years to fall.
So between Band A and Band B and Band C and getting to the gym three times a week (gots to look good for the folks in Texas) I've barely had time to scratch my ass, let alone keep up with my stories and talk to the pretty Tennessean as much as I'd like. I'm most interested to see if these next two weeks fly in frantic action or crawl in fervent anticipation. Either way, there's a hell of a month-plus up ahead.
Now if only it weren't getting so damn chilly around here.
Tacit Act, in case you haven't noticed, has been a bit quiet in public realms lately. As in, *almost let the domain expire* kind of quiet. What with the coming three weeks of magic, jdavyd and I have put weekly practices on hold until I get back next month at earliest. But I'm learning my way around Cubase and getting recording-things started, at least. I have my sister's (well, Dad's really) Gibson here since she's in a VCU dorm now, to put apples-to-apples against the Robert Cray Strat and see which best suits what I'm doing (guitars I didn't actually buy ftw). As much as I've been rejecting and repelling the idea for so long, I fear that more guitar is worming its way into this album, filling in little cracks and canals that might have otherwise gone unnoticed. Since most of my avoidance thereof thus far has been a misbegotten sense of rebellion, this isn't necessarily a bad thing.
First Bella Morte practice post-Dragon*Con was last night, and apparently went better than the two real band members were expecting. Looks like there's only three new songs for me to learn (two being pulled from the vaults by request, as it were). We're now two weeks away from leaving and I'm just ready to fucking go already. Get the hell on that road of frantic escapism. Though I should probably get a haircut and some new eye makeup first. Priorities.
Tomorrow Shawn and I head up to D.C. to play a ten-minute set for an AIDS vigil in conjunction with the National Equality March. For once I'll be actively (albeit somewhat indirectly) supporting the equality issue instead of talking it up without really doing a damn thing, as is my wont. Even this isn't of my own initiative, maybe it'll be the kind of thing to spur me to more proactive support in the future. There's still no way to tell if the cause will be ultimately viewed by history as a small necessity or a civil rights landmark. But either way, this shit needs to get *handled* already. Even if all the dominoes do take another fifteen years to fall.
So between Band A and Band B and Band C and getting to the gym three times a week (gots to look good for the folks in Texas) I've barely had time to scratch my ass, let alone keep up with my stories and talk to the pretty Tennessean as much as I'd like. I'm most interested to see if these next two weeks fly in frantic action or crawl in fervent anticipation. Either way, there's a hell of a month-plus up ahead.
Now if only it weren't getting so damn chilly around here.