Things & Stuff
That’s an awfully vague title for a post that promises to be all over the place. I’m sure that tweeting a title like that is going to bring in droves of readers.
First and foremost, to answer the question that must be burning the minds of my readers… no, I have not listened to that entire Yes box set. I’m still working my way through it. But I only have one more concert to get through. And it’s been a lot of fun.
It’s been incredibly easy to not blog for the last two weeks. There have been a lot of things going on. School ended for the kiddo. This week she’s been in Girls Rock Camp which is an awesome program that puts together a band in a week. Her band is Triple Berry Magic and she’s the singer. Their song is a timely tune about the California drought. The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree here. She’s been musical from a very early age.
Which leads to the recent loss of my musical mojo that I blogged about recently. I’d been going to an open jam session at a weird little dive bar behind a weird little strip mall in a weird little town near mine. My playing has not been very good, but I kept trying to get back on that horse. This week, for whatever reason, I was just on. And it felt really good to be in that zone where my fingers just knew what to do to keep the groove going strong. And the other bassists there were also very complementary. Since I had last been there, the music licensing people had been in there to make sure that no cover tunes were played live. Dicks! Nobody can ruin art as much as business types trying to squeeze every last dollar they can out of something that they have neither the ability or soul to do themselves. But that said, the constraint of having to come up with original material on the fly really forces improvisation and creativity and that is exactly the sort of musical environment in which I thrive. But the music licensing people are still dicks. Anyway, getting out there and playing well in front of people really gave me the boost I needed and made me feel very much alive.
Two Mondays ago, my excuse for not blogging was that I was too busy writing my novel. I got about another thousand words written and moved the plot along through this second act slump. Last Monday I had no such excuse. I really need to just block out a certain time where a I write, no matter what it is and whether or not it’s any good. A week off can easily turn into a month which can turn into years if you let it. And I don’t want to let it.
Other than last Saturday night, I can’t even think of what I was doing that kept me from writing. I think I’ve just been letting work really burn me out again. Saturday night, however, was a great deal of fun. I did something that I haven’t done in around twenty years. Tabletop Role Playing Games! I played a lot of Dungeons & Dragons as a kid and teen, and then we had a great ongoing game in my 20’s for a while (my character was a drunken fighter named Flav who had a weakness for wine and tasty biscuits). I forgot how it came up among my local friends, but it was decided that we needed an adult game of Call of Cthulhu! This campaign starts at the reading of a will, and my character is a paranoid psychologist who has a patient who insists that the deceased is not in fact deceased, and also raves about some horrors out at sea. We didn’t play long enough to get into the really scary stuff, but it’s going to be great to have an ongoing game again.
So, dear reader, you’ve made it through a long post about things and stuff, and if you don’t know me in real life of even in cyber life, you were probably bored to tears. But you got through, and that in itself is an act of endurance. You should probably give yourself a pat on the back and a cookie. I promise to try to be more interesting next time.