greetings atomacon


Well, after a little bit of back-and-forth, I can announce that I’ve been invited to be “Filk Special Guest” at Atomacon in North Charleston, South Carolina for 2019. This’ll be happening November 22 through 24 at the Hilton Garden Inn.

I’m just as surprised as you.

Oh well, I guess, after half a decade backing up The Blibbering Humdingers (and whoever else asks me) at conventions across the mid-Atlantic, and staying up late and making noise at filk circles in the same events, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I’m rather excited to share my songs with friends old and new at this small but growing convention. I hope y’all like me.

This has actually been a pretty good year for me musically, what with the regular open mic hosting gig, getting a song on the FuMP Sideshow, lots of great gigs with the Blibbering Humdingers (including an awesome Balticon this last weekend), and now this.

Now, as I’ve got this gig lined up, I should probably get cracking on the record I’ve been meaning to make so I have something to sell to folks!


friday random elevenish twenty-one: “my marriage is old enough to drink” edition


Yes, this post will go up Friday, but I am writing it, as usual, on Thursday, which, as I indicate in the title, is my twenty-first wedding anniversary. Not much is going to happen on Thursday, because dance class, but the plan is go go out for dinner on Friday; I’m thinking Ammo Brewing, because I’ve been wanting to go there for a while and they’ve got what looks like a great menu, but it could change; one never knows.

Anyway, I did, Wednesday night at Open Mic (when my wife was absent, again, because dance class), play a tune celebrating things, which went over well enough. I remain very happy, even after these two decades and change (depending on how far you’re looking back…).


Open Mic this month was, as usual, pretty great. It’s such a privilege, even when I play a pretty good set myself, to be upstaged so consistently by so many talented performers. If I was the kind of guy who went aroudn talking about such things, this is a case where I could say I’m truly blessed to be part of something special.

Continuing the music theme; as I’d mentioned previously, I’m sitting in with the ‘Riffs at Retro Daddio for a couple of sets pn Saturday, which I expect will be fun; it’s been a while since I’ve played with these kids, even with the occasional frustrations.

That is, by my count, two paying music gigs inside one week. One of these decades I’ll manage to make a living at this.

Workwise, I’ve been very busy, sitting in for the boss on a bunch of things this week, and working to massage a tricky acquisition package into somewhat acceptable shape by a deadline, which I beat by a good twenty-four hours, and I’m relatively confident it’ll get through with minimal issues, though we’ll see. The good news is that the rest of the week, apart from a couple of phone calls, I’ll be working much less hard, especially after I actually drove back to the office after-hours and put in another couple of hours’ work on tightening up the package with some spreadsheet magic that wouldn’t leave my brain, and I knew that if I didn’t solve the problem right then, it would occupy way too many brain cycles. Still, it could be worse.

Finally, Phoenix the cat is settling in wonderfully, and to the chagrin of some, has pretty much adopted me as her favorite. I’ll take it.

As far as the playlist goes, I wrestled this extra-long one (to celebrate the previously mentioned anniversary) out of Spotify, which came out decent enough, and includes a new tune from my buddy Mikey, who put out a new record, M, this week, which is pretty great, and includes a bunch of tunes he came up with this year during fawm this year. Anyway, here are the tunes:

  1. “Psycho Killer (2005 Remaster)” – Talking Heads
  2. “Amazing Grace” – Ani DiFranco
  3. “Summertime” – The Sundays
  4. “Tom’s Diner” – Suzanne Vega (w DNA)
  5. “That’s When I Reach for My Revolver”- Mission of Burma
  6. “Only Shallow” – My Bloody Valentine
  7. “Not Too Soon” – Throwing Muses
  8. “The Freshmen” – The Verbe Pipe
  9. “I Don’t Want to Wait” – Paula Cole
  10. “Divorce” – Alex Cameron
  11. “Pride and the Badge” – Marty Robbins
  12. “Going Under” – Evanescence
  13. “Surrender” – Trixter
  14. “Hungry Eyes” – Eric Carmen
  15. “All That I’ve Got” – The Used
  16. “Smooth Criminal” – Alien Ant Farm
  17. “Love And…” – Mikey Mason
  18. “Didn’t Know What I Was Looking For” – Better Oblivion Community Center
  19. “Stay” – Sharon Van Etten
  20. “Faith” – Bon Iver
  21. “On The PC” – Tom Smith

updating the gig page


Hey folks, with a couple of new confirmations, I updated the gigs page (always linked above) with some neat new performance opportunities:

  • Jult 20, 2019 – Williamsburg, VA – Retro Daddio -I’ll be sitting in with my old bandmates Dimensional Riffs for RD’s “Potter Party” event
  • August 29 – September 2 2019 – Atlanta, GA – Dragoncon 2019 – Humdingers are back at D*C as part of the filk track, along with friends like Mikey Mason, Hawthorn & Holly, Gray Rinehart, and The Misbehavin’ Maidens!

Really looking forward to getting back to DragonCon after taking last year off; so many great friends and performers to see and perform with. Plus, a week from today, I’ll be sitting on guitar with my old local-ish crew for a couple of sets at the awesome Retro Daddio; Jen’s always such a great host.

…and don’t forget, this Wednesday, Open Mic at Castleburg!


friday random elevenish: “bureaucratic avalanche” edition


My life this week has been defined primarily by the never-ending fountain of documents related to the acquisition nightmare I’ve gotten yanked into by the boss. This should be a relatively easy thing, but this particular effort has been kicked back by the review board three times now, and the strategy has been changed just as many times because the policy shop can’t make up their mind.


I’ve been so deep into this business, and apparently carrying so much of the load on preparing this stuff* that my boss actually offered me the opportunity to jump into the role of procurement document shepherd full-time; I told him I was going to think about it; I’ve finally gotten my shop to the point where it doesn’t require much guidance (and some of the efforts I have in the pipeline are going to make it all but go away in the next year if all goes well), plus, odds are I’m going to be doing this shit anyway, regardless of what happens. I’m seriously considering it, since if I’m going to be doing all this stuff anyway (as seems likely), so I might as well let the other thing go. I still need to think on things, as I’ve gotten very used to this giant office in my own building, and I might end up losing it; gotta see what the impact of that would be. Also, part of me (probably the masochist part) wants to see pieces of that parenthetical effort above through to the end. Oh well; something to think about – the new thing the boss is talking about wouldn’t change the salary at all, and is actually closer to the skills in my particular wheelhouse. More to come; I’ve got some thinking to do.

Otherwise, it’s been pretty much the usual hike/bike/clean/pet the cat thing, along with some extra nerves due to the stuff described above. I did, however, thanks to an empty house for a few hours Wednesday night, get some serious recording for the theoretical album done, knocking out a couple of scratch tracks for new tunes, and did a couple of better vocal takes on some others. This is feeling like it might actually turn into something one of these days.

Looking to the weekend, the house is going to be a bit empty, as the girls are heading out of town for that dance competition. The teenage boy and I have some gaming on the agenda with the folks at the game store, but otherwise, I plan on doing very little; I could use it.

As for the playlist, I shuffled the Spotify “discovery” list, which is surprisingly good, as I’ve finally started training this particular service on my tastes. A little heavy on the 80s Alternative at the expense of other things, but it’s kinda neat. Go rock:

  1. “If I Can’t Change Your Mind” – Sugar
  2. “Having An Average Weekend” – Shadowy Men On A Shadowy Planet
  3. “Don’t Do Me Like That” – J Mascis
  4. “Gray Cell Green” – Ned’s Atomic Dustbin
  5. “Up All Night” – The Boomtown Rats
  6. “Dragon Butter” – Wasnatch
  7. “Dear Prudence” – Siouxie and the Banshees
  8. “Sea of Heatbreak” – Meat Puppets
  9. “Alone Again Or” – The Damned
  10. “Head On” – The Jesus and Mary Chain
  11. “Take the Skinheads Bowling” – Camper Van Beethoven
  12. “Hey Sandy” – Polaris
  13. “Feed The Tree” – Belly


* – as I posted on social media earlier this week:

Remember how much group projects in school used to suck because certain individuals didn’t hold up their end of things?

Here’s a secret…they suck just as badkly in the workplace; moreso, even, given all the “rah rah” multifunctional business team propaganda they continually feed us. <<angry swearing emoji face>>

I’m already tired of doing all the heavy lifting on this one. <<middle finger emoji>>

yes, this is pretty much my life right now.


well, that sucked


So, Monday after work (which went late because of a meeting where I once again end up salvaging a failing acquisition), I quickly ran home to grab my lovely spouse’s car to take to the shop to get new tires put on; one of them had been regularly losing pressure, and at her last oil change we had the garage take a look, only to find that the belts were separating – not the kind of thing you can readily patch. As she and the girls are heading up to Lake Erie this weekend for the big feis (That’s “Irish dance competition” for those of you who don’t do basic gaelic) and the van’s up for inspection at the end of the month anyway, I started shopping deals to get the tires replaced, because, frankly, even apart from the bad belts, it was time.

So, the tire guys quote me a good deal, so I book a slot, and find, as they take the wheels off, that the brakes are pretty much shot all around – we’re talking pads with less than the thickness of a dime left on ’em, and none of that noisy sensor squeak that my old Chevy truck had. I can’t exactly send the girls on an eight or nine hour road trip with crap brakes, so I get them done too. This means that I’m spending my entire evening at the shop, and dropping damn near a grand on repairs on all four corners. I guess I should be happy, or at least nod in admiration, that the original brake pads on the van lasted almost 99,000 miles, and that we caught it before the rotors got torn up, which would only cost me more.

Oh well, better to spend the money now than find 3/5 of the family stuck someplace (or worse) between here and the northwest corner of Pennsylvania.

Oh, and additionally, my wife’s early anniversary present: a new laptop that she can play some games on and store her patterns for the burgeoning sewing business and such, won’t connect to my FIOS router (though will connect to the FIOS service at our favorite brewery!), though as we dig into it, we discover, or are at least reminded, that our broadband internet program is ancient, and we’re basically grandfathered in with a nearly decade-old plan with a router that’s no longer supported. So, I upgraded out plan, and for 10 more dollars a month, I go from 15 Mbps to 100 Mbps, and get a modern router out of the deal.

Anyway, I felt kind of awful about the fact that she couldn’t connect her machine to the internet without a Cat5 cable. 21st anniversary fail, right there.

Said router arrived today, though honestly, after spending all day as an Excel monkey at work and dropping a ton of money on car maintenance, I just didn’t have the energy to set up the new network this evening. I basically only had the energy (after a 3 mile hike at the park, since it was raining last night and I didn’t rack the bike) to eat a salad, pour a glass of cabinet-aged/forgotten-in-the-bacck-of-the-liquor-cabinet-for-seven-years Two-Buck Chuck shiraz and cuddle with the cat.

Hoping the rest of the week is a little less expensive and exhausting, but I know better than to pin my hopes on it.


feels-like-friday random elevenish – “staring at the long weekend” edition


I started tapping this one out totally believing it was Friday morning, as I’d internalized the fact that this was my last workday for the week, given the holiday weekend (and the fact that nearly everyone, including me, is taking off Friday).

Of course, it’s only Wednesday, but whatever.

This three-day week does, as short weeks often do, feel like it’s gone on more than the usual requisite five. Even though all my regular meetings were cancelled for the week because the holiday, I’ve been stuck managing a bunch of ad-hoc stuff: sitting in for my boss (who’s getting yanked elsewhere) leading meetings, editing, writing, and proofing all kinds of documents the bureaucracy insists need to exist, as well as seemingly getting stuck being substitute building manager on top of all my “other duties as assigned”, which is basically my lot in life.

Last weekend, as described, did involve the drag show, some D&D at the comic shop with the teens; it’s a collection of “teaching moments”, but it’s still nice to just play, rather than have to run things for everyone.

It also involved that “reward”, as I mentioned in previous posts. Most of a week in, she’s doing well. I am still in love, and I don’t think that’s going to change.

Otherwise this week:

  • I’ve gotten back on the bike, as my ankle has finally started sorting itself out. I’m starting a bit light – ten miles after work every day so far, but I’m holding together; might have it up to fifteen by the end of the week.
  • I made use of a bunch of aging produce and some best-i-can-probably-get-round-here sausage to create a kick-ass german feast with all kinds of cabbages and potatoes and such on Monday. Es war gut!.
  • I was out a little later than I’d like on Tuesday night (which I was feeling this morning), because I was asked very politely to sit in with Dimensional Riffs in a couple of weeks out in Williamsburg, and I got together with my old bandmates in the evening to run some tunes, and I still mostly have it with that material.

  • Speaking of material, I haven’t gotten anything done regarding the record this week, because frankly, my studio is my bedroom, and there’s a very talkative and affectionate cat in there right now, and, at least thus far, I don’t have a place for meows on the vocal tracks. 🙂

Looking toward the weekend, I’ve got a couple of quiet days – our Independence Day celebration will not, as far as I know, infrastructure-destroying military hardware, and will take place on Saturday, when we join our friends at their big-ass giant gathering/celebration at their family homestead up in Spotsylvania County. I still need to figure out what I’m making to take along.

As I’ve said probably enough already, here’s the playlist…definitely a different mix this time, and pretty heavy on the americana/folk in there. Not bad, really.

  1. “Still of the Night” – Whitesnake
  2. “Mother Goose” – Jethro Tull
  3. “Moonchild” – Fields of the Nephilim
  4. “Yam Yam” – No Vacation
  5. “Heaven Is A Place on Earth” – Elvenking
  6. “Moment of Weakness” – Bif Naked
  7. “Wasted and Rollin'” – Amanda Shires
  8. “Nobody Smokes Anymore” – Robert Ellis
  9. “The Boys of Summer” – Front Country
  10. “Devil May Care” – Sarah Shook & the Disarmers
  11. “Pinball Song” – Slobberbone
  12. “Humans Being” – Van Halen
  13. “You’ve Got Other Girls For That” – Lillie Mae
  14. “Satan’s A Woman” – Twin Temple

Happy Independence Day, folks. I’m personally going to try to focus on the positive aspects of what we should be on the day, because there’s so much else wrong right now (and I’ll send messages to my representatives to support working on that stuff – kids in squalid cages is never a good look).


week late debate reflections


I actually feel kind of like a bad citizen and participant in democracy for not actually watching the two-evening Democratic primary debate live last week. That said, I did catch the highlights and have read endless commentary and analysis, which while i know isn’t the ideal, it’s the situation I found myself in and better than nothing.

I probably also should have not waited a week to post my thoughts, but again, there it is. I’ve been reading voraciously, and discussing at length with political-minded friends (which, honestly, is most of them).

As for the fallout, nothing really happened to change my position on my ideal candidate being the impossible creation of a Warren/Harris super-hybrid, though damn if the rest of the world finally sit up and take notice of Senator Kamala Harris. By now, since last Friday morning it was THE STORY of the day, you’ve all seen her masterful takedown of VP Biden, who she, for whatever baffling reason, caught unprepared and flat-footed on the issue of busing/school integration, which has been a very prominent topic in the political sphere for at least a week leading up to the event.

In the days since, stories of her star being on the rise, and talk of chaos in the Biden camp have been the order of the day. I’m glad to see her rising in the polls, because she brings a lot to the table, even if she’s not a perfect candidate (she does legitimately present concerns on her AG/DA record, but I look forward to hearing her defend them), she’s definitely worthy of serious consideration, and definitely rises above the sea of mediocre white guys of a certain age in the bottom tier.

My other big reaction to the Thursday debate (since I talked briefly about the relatively sedate Wednesday evening where Warren maintained her top-tier status pretty effortlessly), is the relative ineffectualism of Senator Sanders. While his positions as expressed in the 2016 primary have definitely shaped the platforms of most of the candidates worth considering this time around, he’s a much less significant factor when he’s not in the position of being the alternative to the annointed frontrunner. When there are a dozen other folks on stage offering variations and refinements of his schtick, he’s not nearly as impressive. I’ve never really been a BernieBro (though I did vote for him in the ’16 primary), but I do appreciate his positions, and he deserves some definite credit for pulling the Overton Window of the party back to the left a bit; because he brought it up, it’s prompted discussion of a lot of very good things.

In any case, I think these unwieldy debates served a purpose in getting the candidates out there for people to see, and helping to winnow down the pack a bit (read some backchannel rumors today that Hickenlooper is likely on his way out, which is fine – he, and O’Rourke, should be running for Senate anyway). Top tier as I see it at this point is basically Biden, Warren, Harris, Sanders, and an outside chance of Buttigeig. Honestly, unless the situation changes drastically (always a possibility), I don’t see anybody else doing it – I suspect Castro, Gillenbrand, and Booker are still in the running, but they’ve got to step up their game soon. The rest? They all just kind of run together.


meet phoenix


We really did not need another cat, though it was a situation I had a hard time saying “no” to, especially since everybody else cranked so hard on the house de-cluttering/summer cleaning project. The story itself is notable; you see, Phoenix is the littermate of Lukin, the eldest child’s cat who didn’t work out as an ESA, but is a perfectly fine, if surly, pet. The two of them came in to the shelter system together, getting moved around a bit before being adopted to different families. For whatever reason, the folks who adopted Phoenix returned her (they said they “weren’t satisfied with their purchase”….jerks), and our friends at the shelter (where my lovely spouse and the youngest child volunteer) let us know that she’d come back.

So, she came home with us, because honestly, she deserves better treatment than that.

Once she get settled (we’ve got her isolated in the master bedroom for now, as is proper, especially since she’s got some unsurprising anxiety issues to work through, given her experiences the last few months), she’ll be reunited with her sibling, which just feels right.

For my part, I pretty much fell in love within like five minutes; she’s very sweet and affectionate, even given her current stress levels. I cannot imagine why those other fools returned her – they clearly do not recognize greatness in felinity.

Of course, the situation remains that we currently have FIVE cats living with us, which I’m just going to have to get used to.


friday random elevenish: “varied stuff and things” edition


Relatively uneventful week for my part; solved some smaller problems at work for folks, hiked more than a few miles at local parks and in my building while on conference calls, jumped into Harry Potter: Wizards Unite! with so many other friends have (review so far – it’s got some neat mechanics, but overall, after earning ten levels, I still think I like it’s sibling AR game, Pokemon Go, better), and haven’t accomplished nearly as much on the record this week as I would have liked…so far anyway. Was all set to work on some stuff Wednesday night, though I ended up having a weird brain chemistry day (not exactly depression, but the occasional side-effects of my anti-depressants seemed to hit me hard), so after cooking dinner and sending the girls off to the dance studio, I spent a little time fiddling with an old demo of “Drift Away” that I recorded while I was on the road in Aberdeen last August, which I might be able to salvage into more than a demo (vocals are decent, but feel kinda, I dunno, “lazy”), but other than pushing some sliders around, I didn’t get much done. I just put the computer away, took care of my evening ablutions, then read a couple of chapters in this first contact novel I found while wandering the shelves in the library that I’m not sure I’m really into yet but has some neat ideas, and passed out around 8pm.

As happens most of the time I have those weird brain days, I woke up Thursday (which is when I’m writing this, because reasons) feeling hung over without the benefit of having gotten drunk first. Luckily, Thursday’s a relatively light work day with little mental heavy lifting scheduled.

By the time you’re reading this, the family will have had our big outing for the week (and the final family Christmas present gift coming to fruition), “Weird” Al Yankovic with the Richmond Symphony Orchestra on the “Strings Attached” tour, which is passing through town this week. Early word is that this tour’s pretty great – Al’s always a good show, so I’m looking forward to a good time.

Looking to the weekend, I’m planning on sitting in with my son and some of his friends in their summer D&D campaign at my friend’s local comic/gaming shop, and there just might be a drag show in the offing for Sunday, as Castleburg is doing a big Pride event with music and stuff all day, and I won’t say no to a beer or two in order to do my part as an ally to support the LGBT+ community. Plus, DRAG SHOW!

I would also be remiss if I didn’t put out a big thanks to the rest of the family who have, through summer break thus far, done a hell of a job clearing out clutter and such in the house, which was a big problem we’d been dealing with for a long time. It’s a process, but they’ve nailed a hell of a lot of it so far, and they’ve definitely earned the reward (which I’ll mention when it happens) that I’ve been dangling to motivate them.

I didn’t get to watch the Democratic Debate, part one, last night (no cable, fuzzy brain), though it sounds like Liz Warren held her own, and Cory Booker and (gasp!) Bill DeBlasio had decent showings. Part two, which has a lot of the other first-stringers – Bernie, Joe, Kamala, Pete – is supposed to be the more interesting one, but as I’m gonna be watching Al, I’ll catch up later. Of that pack, I’m really in Kamala’s corner; I like a lot of what she brings to the table, and am impressed by her presence and charisma. We’ll see what goes down.

Anyway, that’s really all there is at the moment, apart from the tunes. Decent little playlist so far; yeah, there’s Bowie, but it’s a deep-cut alternate recording. It’s been some comforting background noise, which I can occasionally use.

  1. “Living in the Past” – Jethro Tull
  2. “The Great Gig in the Sky” – Pink Floyd
  3. “Chicken: 30” – The Coathangers
  4. “Seventeen” – Winger
  5. “Rebel Yell” – Billy Idol
  6. “Moonage Daydream” (John Peel Recorded 5.16.72) – David Bowie
  7. “Vide Noir” – Lord Huron
  8. “Langt Nord I Trollebotten” – Lumsk
  9. “True” – Spandau Ballet
  10. “New Slang” – The Shins
  11. “Fire and Blood” – Vance Joy
  12. “Short Version” – Wild Flag
  13. “Here I Go Again 87” (2018 Remaster) – Whitesnake

friday random elevenish: “up…and down” edition


It’s been a relatively quiet work week; too quiet, really – I’d really like some news on the status of my projects, honestly, and it’s not really forthcoming. I was stuck at the office on Thursday very late in order to help bail my boss and folks who aren’t as good at acquisition stuff as I am out of a jam, but I managed, as it lets me bail a little early for the weekend. Still kinda sucks, though.

This is really just one more example of how after a pretty big high – in this case, a pretty damned GREAT open mic hosting gig on Wednesday night, with one of the better sets I’ve ever played solo, and a wealth of talented folks (including my eldest child) coming out to perform and share their talents- the day following tends to land in the toilet somehow, what with the events of the first paragraph of my post, and some “kids off of school and stuck in each other’s proximity” drama popping up this week.

I did notice I never reported back about the recital or last weekend- it went pretty damned well, all told, but had a few bits of frustration, as they do. The dancers looked good, which is what’s important. And, the family took me out for a nice dinner on Fathers’ Day, which was nice.

The rest of the week’s been pretty dull, apart from the aforementioned stuff. My ankle’s still bothering me a bit after I twisted it last week – I’ve been low-impact walking a couple of miles a day this week instead of biking (the weather’s kinda iffy as well), but I’ve mostly been good about it without further injuring myself. It’s been damned hot all week at home, waiting on the parts for the A/C to come in, though the guy came by on Thursday to correct things (with the repair more than paying for our warranty in the process!) and with luck, it’ll stay working this time.

Not much else to report; I got nothing for the weekend, apart for doing some audio setup work at the new dance studio space Friday evening (again, assuming the wiring shows up on time), and the usual laundry/cleanup/chores/whatever for the rest of it; maybe I’ll get another tune in the can, having spent much of the week rehearsing for the open mic gig, and with the climate, the fans going put a damper on any microphone use anyway.

So, yeah, that’s it. Tunes as produced by the streaming app this time around aren’t bad; I’ll take the mix. Decent Queen track, some solid indie, and few of the usual suspects.

Oh well, in any case, by the time next week’s playlist comes up, I’ll be working my way down from experiencing Weird Al backed up by a symphony orchestra, which should be pretty cool.

  1. “Bouree” – Jethro Tull
  2. “Bruderov Paa Haegstadtun” – Asmegin
  3. “Highway Patrol Stun Gun” – Youth Lagoon
  4. “Killer Queen” – Queen
  5. “Is This Love?” – Whitesnake
  6. “Good Things” – Sleater-Kinney
  7. “I Melt With You” – Modern English
  8. “Australia” – The Shins
  9. “Hey You” – Pink Floyd
  10. “Every Breath You Take” – The Police
  11. “One Way Out (June 27, 1971, Fillmore East Closing Show)” – The Allman Brothers Band
  12. “Farsoten Kom” – Svartsot
  13. “You and I”- Toro Y Moi
  14. “Nothin’ But A Good Time” – Poison

friday random elevenish: “dance dad duty” edition


Forgive me, dear three or four readers out there, for getting this one posted late. I usually stage the playlist post Thursday evening, but last night I was locked down behind a soundboard for six or seven hours in support of the dance recital tech rehearsal, which, “hey, we had a tech rehearsal! cool!”, though I wouldn’t call it the most organized thing in the world, much to the consernation of my eldest child, who’s acting as stage manager for this thing. The performers all looked good, anyway, and it’s likely for the best that we’re just bypassing the weird Eastern European, poorly-documented in-house soundboard in this particular high school auditorum and using my smaller, but much more reliable eight-channel, 130 watt P.A., which is probably really too small for the space, but it seems to be doing the job, and lets me do things like have a monitor on stage so the dancers can actually hear the music.

Tonight is full dress rehearsal, which should be bit more tolerable, as at least we’re going in order and not jumping around in the set list. Probably also won’t take six hours. I’m a little tired this morning, and last night I didn’t have time to get anything to eat beforehand, so by the time we’d finished, I hadn’t eaten in like eleven hours, and was, as they say, getting a little hangry. Thankfully, my lovely spouse, in her infinite wisdom, had a bounty of fast food burgers ready and waiting when we wrapped. It was much appreciated.

With the recital itself scheduled for Saturday evening, I really don’t have anything else on my agenda; in fact, other than trying to carve out half an hour to pay the bills somewhere, and hitting the farmer’s market early Saturday morning, I haven’t really thought past 9pm tomorrow. So who knows what’ll happen. It’ll all be a surprise for me.

Oh, yeah – the rest of the week. Beyond the stuff I talked about Tuesday, work’s been relatively standard – had a good in-process review for my pet project, and I only had to bail my boss out of a jam (which always happens when he’s on the road) once. More importantly, Wednesday, in spite of not feeling amazing (I think I overdid life and exercise and wasn’t eating enough), I got to attend Fifth Grade “graduation” (they didn’t call it that, though the word serves) in, oddly enough, the same high school auditorium I spent six or seven hours in last night, watching my youngest wrap up her elementary school career.

My youngest child is in middle school – as if I didn’t feel old before.

Really, all that’s left is to talk tunes. There’s some decent variety here from the Pandora playlist (an uninterrupted hour sponsored by a gin company, of all things); yeah, the usuals are there, but since the Bowie is a deep cut off of Ziggy Stardust, I’ll let it slide. Semi-related, I did give the recordings I did the last couple of weeks the “car audio” test, and it wasn’t all bad news, though I have a nice long list of things to fix.

My work never ends…

  1. “Ceremony” – New Order
  2. “Promises, Promises” – Naked Eyes
  3. “Super Natural” – Turnover
  4. “The Hour of Defeat” – Unleashed
  5. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” – Green Day
  6. “Aqualung” – Jethro Tull
  7. “Feels Blind” – Bikini Kill
  8. “Rock ‘N’ Roll Suicide” – David Bowie
  9. “Camarillo Brillo” – Frank Zapps
  10. “Hungry Like The Wolf” – Duran Duran
  11. “No One’s Gonna Love You” – Band of Horses
  12. “Private Eyes” – Daryl Hall & John Oates
  13. “Carry On My Wayward Son” – Kansas
  14. “The Rover” – Interpol

Oh, Happy Flag Day, if celebrating that is your thing!


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