so far. There’s another winter storm heading this way on the weekend, which nobody is happy about. What can you do? Move? I don’t think there will be band practise this week. I don’t know what the story is. Rick texted me yesterday to say that Jon hadn’t got back to him about scheduling any time, so I don’t know what to think. People who aren’t full time musicians haven’t got the time to do anything other than deal with life sometimes. I get it, which is why it’s hard to organize things like a simple rehearsal.
Playing out somewhere is almost impossible, not that it appeals to me much in it’s present form anyway. The idea of schlepping all that equipment (even a guitar and amp) to some dingy bar to play in front of a bunch of disinterested people who’d rather hear Tom Petty covers isn’t my cup of tea. I’d do if I had to, but I’d rather not.
I’m not 25 years old, and I don’t wanna do that. The music bar scene here as much as I know it, has little relationship to anything I was doing 30 or 40 years ago anyway. I don’t know anywhere near as many musicians as I did back then, so what I used to do is much harder. I’m not complaining about it, that’s the just the way it is. It was my choice to leave my home town, and so I did. As soon as I left Melbourne I began to lose contact with all of that, but that’s a consequence of leaving everything and everyone you’ve ever known behind. People don’t forgive you for abandoning them (as they see it), either.
Whatever. It’s done now. I don’t think about it much. Where I am now is where I am doing music, so that’s a good thing. I can’t do anything else. I don’t want to do anything else. What am I gonna do, get a job at the Home Depot? I don’t have to. Fortunately, I live in a location where I can play loud music with my band and nobody complains.
I’ve figured out a system whereby I can record everything that happens here like a TV show, and through the power of social media, everyone in the world can see it. That’s my version of playing out at the moment. If I didn’t lift a guitar for the next six months, I’d have enough material that I have recorded in the past 6 six or so, to upload a concert every week for the next two years. Only a fraction of what gets recorded here gets edited into a video clip. There’s too much material to do more than that on a weekly basis.
I can hear a fire truck in the distance. Everywhere I live seems to be on the runway of a fire station. It’s not coming down the street today as it usually does. It must have veered off before it got here.
Good Day.
Don’t know what’s going on here, must have been Halloween