FriendBurst Blog

sometimes I think anytime one does something almost strictly for money, they’re engaged in prostitution…I work occaisionally with a locally well-known Musician and get paid for it, but it doesn’t do much for me emotionally…and THAT makes me a whore…now, there may be whores who love their job…and there may be a Unicorn in your back yard…the Musician in question is REALLY good at one thing, not so good at others (IMO) and not lacking in self-confidence…but he IS the boss…Maybe I’m asking too much, maybe my standards are too high…(whispers) as it turns out, some of the Musicians I’ve talked to who have worked with him feel a bit like I do, so my feelings are not mine alone…THAT makes me feel a little better…well, hopefully rehearsal won’t last more than a couple o’ hours at the most…I’ve said that any day ya wake up is a good day…might be having 2nd thoughts about that…

ADDENDUM–the rehearsal had it’s tense moments, but they were fairly brief…and the practice itself was cut short (halleluia) and only lasted about an hour…for the non-musicians, imagine BEING a Musician, and every song you were hired to play sounded kinda like JOHNNY B. GOODE…that’s what my “job” is like…there is a sameness about being a cashier in a grocery store, but one of the variables is that different people come thru yer line every shift, and even if ya see the same people (and that happens) you might not see ’em every day at exactly the same time…whereas most of what we play sounds the same (on the surface) unless you dig into the subtleties and nuances…(sigh) anyway, I’m glad I’m home…but when ya can’t afford the McDonald’s Dollar menu–THAT’S “broke”…but I’m, er, uh, almost sorta kinda in a way nearly happy…