The Gods Have Spoken

I went over to Martin’s studio yesterday to drop in back round vocals to the Mundane Blues. It looks like the doctor’s wife’s part is going to work out just fine. We’re ready to start work on the mix. Martin was excited to show me the newest version of Protools. He tried to load up the session into it from the older version we were working with. We sat there and watched digital magic as the old version of the software communicated with the new version. It looked like everything was working just fine, until the session popped up and the bass line was missing. There was a blank space where the bass line was suppose to be. I wasn’t sure about the bass line to begin with, and had thoughts about reworking it, but Martin seemed to like it, and I do have a tendency to be overly critical. So when it showed up blank it was almost like a message from the gods. We can use the same bass line if we want to. We’ll have to export from an older version of the session, but I’m not sure I want to now that the gods have spoken. 

Discourse

I like listening to the radio, but I must admit it sometimes drives me nuts. Political discussions are the most frustrating. If our politicians are to solve our problems, we’re going to have problems. Why is it okay to pick on the poor and the old? I don’t understand it. If feels like there’s a sector of society that wants people to suffer. Power is strange that way, it becomes more about turning the screws, than enjoying the ride. 

Politics hasn’t changed much in my lifetime. There’s the sensible argument and the not so sensible argument, the not so sensible argument usually involves some sort of manipulation. The first president that I remember was Richard Nixon, and he was more of a comedic figure to me than anything else. He’d wiggle his cheeks and give the peace sign. “I’m not a crook!” That was a lie. He had a pretty good sense of humor, and was a real good sport. He hardly seemed like a president at all, but more of a celebrity, a TV icon. I seem to remember him on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In. Those were fun times. People had a sense of humor back then, even the president of the United States. 

Cheap Ain't Good

Boy, I had a rough one last night, cheap Tequila. There is nothing appealing about cheap Tequila. Jason and I had a few beers after rehearsal and things were fine until a crazy Irishman asked if I wanted a round of Tequila. I’m not sure why I said yes, more than once, but I did. It was a bad move that I paid for later in the night, and early into morning. I didn’t feel right for much of the day. I had an awful taste in my mouth and I had nightmares in my sleep. It was a bad scene. My body didn’t want anything to do with it. I felt bad about myself, ashamed in some way. I know better. I wasn’t performing at optimum, and that bothered me.

            I’m over it now, but my drunk days are slowly fading. I’m not as interested as I once was. If I’m going to drink wine I want it to be quality wine, and the next time I drink Tequila it’s going to be one-hundred percent agave.