Saturday, February 4, 2012

Twenty Nine Palms


I asked for a little cash and I landed a job with my friend Bill. Bill restores old American cars and I’ve been helping him around his shop. I need to make a little cash to improve my artistic operation. I can use a new computer and some monitors for my studio, some musical software, a new microphone, and to pay for my sessions. 
            Yesterday I drove out to Twenty Nine Palms to pick up a couple of fenders for a 1972 Pontiac Grand Prix. It’s a nice car. It only has seventy thousand original miles on it. I want to buy it for myself.
I found  the junkyard all right, but when it came time to load the fenders into my car I ran into a problem. Mainly my problem was Frank, the owner of the junkyard telling me it couldn’t be done, that the fenders wouldn’t fit in my car.
            “I’ve seen this before,” he said to me.
            It’s a strange feeling when you’re trying to make the impossible work, and somebody’s telling you it’s impossible. I felt like a crazy man for trying. 
            Frank got a phone call and left me alone for a moment. I got one fender in. The fenders were huge, and somehow my mind figured out a way to get the other fender in. When Frank came back out he was astonished.
            “You got them in? I can’t believe it! Those fenders are the largest fenders GM ever manufactured,” he looked at me in disbelief, "How'd you do it?"
“I’m a packing genius.”
            

Monday, January 30, 2012

The H


I’m out of focus today. I’m not sure what to work on, music or the short story? What’s the next move? It’s not like I have a lifetime to get things done.
The H on my keyboard is malfunctioning. I have to hit it real hard for it to work. It’s amazing how many H’s you use in a sentence. It’s a real pain in the ass. I suppose I could try to fix it. I’m afraid of making it worse. As it stands, it still works, and if I start to tinker with it maybe, just maybe, it will stop working altogether. 
I’ve been recording the cowboy song. It sounds pretty good. It's thematic, dramatic, a real humdinger. 
All and all life is pretty good right now. I could use some extra cash, but not to worry about that, I just can’t worry about that.