It's been almost two months since my return home - but it feels like two years. Merciless heat, the usual nonstop chaos, l-o-n-g hours on the jay-oh-bee {always around cookers and ovens - we literally had to go outside in the 106-degree heat just to cool off}, and even my string of seven consecutive plays; all have taken a toll on me. It's time for a little break.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. A job in today's economy is a Blessing indeed, no matter how physically taxing or "mundane" it may be. I'm grateful as hell to have it and I'll be off my probationary period first of next month, which translates into reasonable stability. As for the music, well, there's no real issue to speak of since I switched bivouacs from Back Street to Bobby's last week. I simply wanted one weekend off from everything to recharge a bit; the jamming progress I made last week will resume next weekend, rest assured.
Then again, this damn summer-long heatwave finally broke for us starting late Thursday night, so I also wanted some time to just bask in the cooler weather without having to swill a half-gallon of Gatorade every 30 minutes or so!! I know we'll probably have much more heat before the solstice, but I'll takes what I can gets now, 10-Q very much. I do believe it's called "carpe-diem," or some such nonsense.
Whatever the case, my forward progress is slowly assuming a steady gait at long last; a small respite ought to reinvigorate everything without stalling the momentum. Like I mentioned last post, I've acquired some great new friends from Bobby's SNJ {Sunday Night Jams}, and we'll be cooking up the chemistry again in several days' time, believe me. There might even be the possibility of me hitting the concert boards again in my own right before the year's out; more I will not say until all the I's are dotted and the T's are crossed {or guzzled, as the case may be - my fondness for Long Islands hasn't abated one whit}.
And that's the very latest, my good Friends. I'll be back at it with a vengeance tomorrow morning, and we'll see what happens. I know the Conventions are coming up in a couple weeks, but my usual zeal for politics right now is as burned-out as much of this year's corn crop is. Guess it needs a small break too, go figure. Ah well, I'm gonna lay back and just ride the groove for this next week; I heartily encourage all and sundry who frequent these silly pages to do likewise. I'll sing out as soon as there's news.
Ta fo' now, and pass that pitcher of LIT's over here, please; I'm dreadfully parched, and disgustingly sober...........
...................dig?
{BTW - I claim full intellectual-property ownership of "dreadfully parched, and disgustingly sober." Author's prerogative, don'tcha know!}
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