It’s long past time that I regain my attention from all the various distractions/timesucks and re-focus on what I should be focused on. I know what to do, and how to do it, but it’s just easier thought than done. Independence Day this week seems to be a perfect time as any to put the plan in motion . . . amid my band activities also ramping up this week to crescendo in the form of our first live show late Friday night. But I’ll figure it out. I have to.
And so continues the slow (expensive) process of reacquiring musical gear. Some years back I sold off a chunk of gear that included my guitar effects and such. My last band Neglect the Alarm relied on natural guitar noise so I had no need for effects these last few years. But my new band (and the next project coming soon) is a different story. Gonna hafta put together a pedal board at some point. #GuitarRuckus #RuckRock #RuckusInEffect #bosspedals #dunlopcrybaby
Last night’s homework. Was a teensy bit flat with my bends on this last rep for the night but of course all was well before the cameras rolled. Sigh. Story of my life I tell yus! Naturally I kicked the camera crew out of my house with a few choice cuss words 😁
In two weeks from tonight I will be (visually) representing WilliamDuvall onstage for our Alice in Chains tribute band’s first show (the only way for folks to see “Layne Stayley” AND William onstage together 😥). This man is lanky but hey, I’m basically skinny again 😁 He wears all black 95% of the time which is no problem. He wears shades, I wear glasses. But . . . I’m gonna need to get an Afro wig . . . otherwise I can only grow a George Jefferson or more accurately what I like to call a “Black Captain Picard” 😂
I’ve played with a wah pedal before but I’ve never personally owned one, and now I find myself in a band playing songs that require that very effect. And so I discover there’s a model by ALICE IN CHAINS’ Jerry Cantrell, the man whose riffs, licks and leads I’m playing in my new band (along with my new axe brother JTT.) So I’m gonna hafta sample this one soon! Like this weekend, I may make my way up to Ft. Wayne to visit the Sweetwater HQ and sample a bunch of effects. #GuitarRuckus
Current status is: bedridden. Not due to illness or the approach of death (I’m middle-aged now, but I’d like to think I still have sufficient leverage in my negotiations with the Reaper). No. I’m bedridden for self-imposed reasons such as being curled up with a good book (last week I moved all my books/bookcases up to the bedroom), ruminating on a new book idea myself (a rather personal contemporary novel that I hereby code-name PROJECT GHOSTED), playing Solitaire on my phone (I never play games on my phone but recently I got bored enough to down Solitaire the other day), listen to music (probably the moody kind) and since I recently moved a TV and X-Box One up to my bedroom I will be playing games on it as well as watching a movie after dinner — all these things from the comfort of my bed. Yeah, I know, kinda goes against the dictionary’s definition of what it means to be “bedridden” but Roget and company can sue me later. And after another blah worker drone day at work today I’m not much in the mood for conversation with anyone in the house. So here I am. In bed enjoying a little solitude and self-care. And it’s fine. Tomorrow will be a better day, right? Or so say the optimists. I remember when I was card-carrying member of that tribe. Good times.
Now reading: No Walls and the Recurring Dream (2019), a memoir by Ani DiFranco.
Soon watching: FRAGMENTS (2008), directed by Rowan Woods.