Archive for July, 2007

An argument with myself

July 25, 2007

I had an argument with myself last night that went something like this…

So, what’s going on with your little blog attempt?

Huh? Oh, nothing really, I can’t get any time on the computer.

Are you kidding, didn’t you spend all day working from home today?

Yeah, but I was working, I can’t do my blog while I’m on the clock. Besides, that is my work computer, this is the home computer.

Okay, so what about the time you were on the home computer?

I was busy reading Page 2 and checking out the latest doping charges on the tour.

So you didn’t do anything to the blog at all. What about all those thoughts and promises about telling stories about road trips and waxing philosophical about child rearing and such?

Well, I’ve been sick too. I lost 6 pounds, man. It’s not a good thing going on here.

Excuses coming again, how about a little less time with the excuse and a little more writing time.

I’ll think it over. Now shut it so I can get some sleep before the kids wake me up.

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Time spent in a van

July 16, 2007

So at one point in my life I toyed with the idea of being a famous radio DJ. Then there was a while where I was in a fairly popular local band that attempted to generate some regional relevance. Both paths had the challenge of being short on income which required various odd jobs or one steady job to actually pay the rent. At any rate, the band resulted in many fantastic nights and plenty of stories that I may be able to share here. There were some late nights, early mornings, attempts to acquire groupies, riding under the influence and more. Road trips were the ultimate test to both the human will and digestion. I’m hoping to get my laptop working with this site well enough to start editing and posting more, for now, these two posts are decidedly lame. Oh well, you have to start somewhere.

It’s short, almost lost my pinky back there…

July 6, 2007

Here it is, time to build a better drumset. I’m worried about my typing skills tonight since I closed my pinky in a taxi cab door last night in Toronto. Nothing fun to do. At least I just hit the tip and the cabbie didn’t drive away with part of my hand. Yesterday I met a transit snob who preferred cabs to the subway in Toronto. I understand the convenience of a cab, but it you have more time than money, it doesn’t hurt to walk a block or two and head underground. The subway cars may smell a bit, but it’s just people.  Also, I didn’t get my hand stuck in the door.

So who am I and why am I here?  I’m a musician trapped in a corporate marketing person’s body.  That is to say that I like to rock and roll, but I’m too old now to drive from club to club in a van with three other dudes and eat fast food.  Besides, my family would miss me.  I’m sure more will come out in future posts, for now, here are some of my favorite places to visit.

Sports Guy, Jim Caple, Jam Base, Gomez

There’s more, but those are the frequents.  Until next time.