the trade-offs of Death and other stuff
It’s true that ya can’t hear much less play Music when yer dead…but ya don’t have to listen to tone deaf humans trying to sing/play your favorite songs either…no one tells you they love you when yer dead; but ya don’t have to wonder if they really mean it either…whatever makes you happy doesn’t exist when yer dead…but neither does whatever makes ya miserable…just sayin’…
after nearly a week of being excited about a gathering of “friends” on Saturday I can report that the word I would use to describe my experience at the party is ANTI-CLIMAX…SO sorry I used the gas to get there and back…I did some singing with a ragtag group of Musicians, but I hope there are no vids on youTube…the two different duos I THOUGHT I’d be sitting in with both had played by the time I got there, and I wasn’t THAT late IMO…by the time my friend Michelle got there, the party was winding down, so WE didn’t get to play–mostly because I’d had enuff and I left…she stayed, she played…without me…kinda weird, SHE was the one who suggested leaving but she didn’t follow me when *I* left…I firmly believe her Ego is needier than mine, if not by much…as for Ferrante and Dillon, they are all talk and no action…on the other hand, my few sit-ins with them (as a singer) were not my best work…and I know that…
for now, and the foreseeable future, Life is Shit…