...you come home so exhausted that you can't even do the two string pentatonic boogie...
...you come home so exhausted that you can't even do the two string pentatonic boogie...
If we'd known we were going to be the Beatles, we'd have tried harder.--George Harrison
Ahhh I got some rest, woke at 1:30 AM, picked up the Martin and gave it a go. Felt good.
If we'd known we were going to be the Beatles, we'd have tried harder.--George Harrison
That's just a wonderful coincidence.
But I paid for it. Between 3:30 am and 5:30 am, I had to mark and comment on my students' writing (which I actually enjoyed).
I may slip in another play before I go to work.
If we'd known we were going to be the Beatles, we'd have tried harder.--George Harrison
I wasn't too tired to play, I had foolishly rushed to get groceries out of the car sunday and monday. The plastic bag 'handles' cut into the flesh of my left index finger and bruise it. This happens so darn easily these days, getting older is a pisser. If I try to play, it only aggravates it and keeps it from healing. I had been making good progress lately in my playing time. I have to remember to wear gloves or take only one bag at a time in my left hand. it started hurting on tuesday and is still sore today. i hope by the end of the week that it will heal enough to start playing again. I don't want to lose the ground I gained in the calluses and fingernail bed toughness.
Nice!
I'm currently working like a dog at the office, and some days I come home so late and tired that I just don't have the strenght to pick up the guitar, plug it in and play it. I also have to take some care of my old parents and my 7 year old daughter.
And that's a bad timing, as I am working on the new repertoire (I was invited to join a new band as a rythm guitarist and they do lots of hard rock, not exactly the 60's and 70's stuff I used to do with my guys). Lots of fun but it takes some time to adjust, it's not like I'm a teenager who comes home from school at midday and takes the rest of the day and the evening to practice... There are days when all I can do when I get home is grab a beer or a whisky glass and sit back before I crash.
Anyway, life is good because I like action, both at courtrooms and studios, but God dammn, sometimes it gets hard to keep up with both jobs.
BTW just outta curiosity, what do you guys work with? I know Willie is an English lit teacher.
Work's been brutal lately! Not the work load, but the red tape. I'm a mechanical engineer designing special orders for retail and hospitality at a major lighting company. The way it's set up nowadays, we can't build prototypes for testing and listing unless there's a customer order and once there's a customer order the lead time per company policy is too short to have enough time to build prototypes for testing and listing! Of course, we're dinged for being late.
Man, work is work is work. No matter what we do, unless we're independently wealthy, we have to answer to someone, and it's as good to be a car hop as a corporate chief if we like what we're doing. That doesn't mean we don't want a slice of the pie, but happiness is more important than wealth. I've lived without either, and I'd rather be poor and happy than the alternative possibility.
I've been teaching English since 1989, and I get weary of it, but I get re-enthused occasionally and that carries me through.
Sure, I've dreamed of being a successful artist. It's a dream; hard for me to really imagine the hard work that goes into it. I imagine that playing five nights a week for an extended time would be so psychologically exhausting--having to be "on" no matter what kind of fever and shits you have.
Even paradise has it's struggles.
(Pardon the random and for no good reason treatise on "work")
If we'd known we were going to be the Beatles, we'd have tried harder.--George Harrison
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