Santana Winds

            The Santana winds came howling in and knocked out the power. I haven’t had a computer or electricity in three days. As far as I know I still don’t have power at my studio. I’m at my lady friends now typing this up. The winds snapped branches off of trees and pulled trees right from the ground. There are palm leaves strewn on the streets and remnants of trees everywhere. We just about had a hurricane.

            The winds were mysterious. I had no idea they were coming. They just showed up in the evening and started to howl. I can’t remember ever seeing the winds blow so hard. It made it difficult to sleep. The whole experience was interesting to me. I woke up in the middle of the night and listened to the wind. The winds power was exciting to me. I enjoyed it. I love the awesome power of nature. It makes evident how insignificant man really is. 

Waiting for the Bank

The music is in limbo while I wait for Martin to get his computer back form the studio he was working at. I don’t like to wait but I don’t have a choice. I started recording some basic guitar tracks at home with the hopes of emailing the files to Martin. I want to work off of them when we start recording again. I have seven or eight songs ready to record. My only worry is matching up my file to a click track. I’m not sure how that’s going work. I’ve learned my lesson not recording to a click. Things get squirrelly in hurry without a click.

            I have a friend who went to the bank to deposit some money. She was shocked when she looked at her balance. It was lower then expected. She asked a teller where her money had gone, and as it turned out my friend had four bank accounts without her knowing it. I asked her how that happened, but she was too embarrassed to explain it to me. I’m hoping one day that she will, her explanation should be fascinating. 

Thanksgiving

            I did the Thanksgiving thing. I’m thankful for many things in my life, my health, my family, my friends, my trust in the cosmos. We had a good time. Patrick McCarthy the painter sat across the dinner table from me. He was on a roll. We talked about the creative process, and how it ebbs and flows. It seems to follow a familiar pattern. In the beginning an idea tends to be good if not great. It’s positive. It’s fresh. It’s worthy of exploration, but as time goes by the euphoria of the idea seems to fade into doubt and discontentment, and if the idea is not abandoned due to frustration, you’re just glad to be finished with it. But seldom are you fully happy with the end result. Until of course the next great idea comes along, and the pattern repeats itself. 
            We had a good time on Thanksgiving. It was a lot of fun. Thanks to the bird. Thanks to the wine. Thanks to everyone who showed me a good time.