Another Quote
The most important thing is sincerity... and once you learn to fake that you've got it made.
Letters to the void.
The most important thing is sincerity... and once you learn to fake that you've got it made.
We'll find who's the fastest
I've been working a lot on my website. It's very easy to do, and I'm starting to create good systems of keeping everything organized. In some ways it's easier for me to organize everything online--I think it's the best way not to lose stuff. I have faith in the great server up above... or in California or wherever they keep the room with the big computers.
My internet went down last Friday and was out all weekend. Apparently the Comcast tower fell down or something and knocked out internet service all over the Fraser Valley. They got it up and running again last night, but most of town was offline for the weekend plus two full workdays. I'm sure there were some people freaking out. I'm ended up turning in some of my assignments for my online classes a few days late. Being without internet is a similiar feeling to losing your cell phone. You feel disconnected and you also realize your dependance on technology.
I just got back to the mountains. Hunker Down played a wedding last night and tonight Bobby and I are playing a duo gig at an Irish pub. Bobby is a great player, and he pushes me as a musician. He just gave me the sheet music for "Take Five" and "Sweet Georgia Brown" in D, and we're going to try to pull off those tunes tonight.
Hunker Down had a pretty big day yesterday. We played twice. The first gig was at the Ullr Fest Parade in Breckenridge. We set up an a radio station's parade float and drove through town jammin. At least most of the band was jammin. It was snowing while we were playing and my hands were so cold I could barely feel them, let alone move them, let alone hold a chord. I played terribly, but the radio station said they'd play our stuff and hook us up with some gigs, so I guess it was worth it.
My throat is killing me. I've been feeling ill since last Tuesday. I've tried to sleep it off but it's not working. I'm debating calling in sick tomorrow for work. What is more important: my health or making money? Then again a better question is whether or not my health is dependent on me making money.
I haven't written a blog in a long time. It's not that I've been so busy that I haven't had time to punch out a few words on to this thing--it's just that I haven't really come up with any clever little wittisisms that I thought were worthy of posting. Here's one I read the other day.