the full Moon strikes again
when I told my “roomie” I was planning to go out on her b-day (and take her to Dinner the NEXT day) she was less than happy, but seemed to reluctantly accept the idea…Boy was *I* wrong…consequently it’s as cold here indoors as it is outdoors…
went to an open mic, sat in with a friend (he asked me to) sat in with a band (subbing for their lead guitarist) and then went to see some friends (a duo) play…at the O.M. I asked one of the guitarists if I could plug into his gear–I had before, but tonight he resisted, dunno why…I played thru the other guy’s stuff NO PROBLEM…although I wasn’t crazy about the sound I was getting, but beggars can’t be choosy…the other guitar player joined in at some point UNINVITED…the only way to get him off the stage is to play yer traditional three chord Country Music (he hates it, thank goodness) and we did play a little bit of that…the set with the rock band went well enuff, but before the last note hit the back wall I was on my way to the other place…where I was invited to add harmony to WISH YOU WERE HERE, so I did…except that I forgot it comes around TWICE (I was back in my seat when it came around again) and I felt stoopid (I was actually quite nervous)…But other than domestic conflict, it’s been a pretty good evening…I think it’s gonna be a LONNNNNGGGG weekend though…
‘so ya think you can tell, heaven from hell….?’ 😉
Hope you get a weekend with less of the latter. Unless, of course you prefer it that way; if so, have a hell of a weekend.
Blue skies and pain never looked too much alike to me…
did they get you to trade—
your heros for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for the cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
did you exchange—
a walk on part in the war,
for a lead role in a cage?
if so scooter, do right by your roomie.