I Do Love Trees

             It’s funny when I look at tree and the tree’s not standing straight, when its branches are twisted and turned in a manner that is unexpected, I say to myself, now that’s a beautiful tree. But when I’m with a person and they’re not acting right, or maybe they’re saying something I deem as dull or uninspired, I find myself full of judgment. Their unorthodoxies are a detriment to my good time. That’s a silly way to live in my estimation. I’m treating tree’s better than people. Trees are better than people in most instances. A tree is quiet wisdom. It minds its own business. People are all over the place. There are too many variables to a good relationship. People are hard to quantify. I’m not a misanthrope by any means,  but I do love trees. 

Temporary I Suspect

I played another gig in Venice. I made up my mind to try to stick it out through the summer. The band isn’t very good, and the money isn’t all that, but it will give me reason to go to the beach on Saturday’s over the summer. The beach was beautiful yesterday. There’s a lot to Los Angeles. I’ve been hiding out on the east side for too long. It feels good to get out west once in a while.

            It didn’t take long to figure out the band dynamic. It’s the men against the women. I’m still learning the tunes and the band doesn’t play the songs like the originals. We don’t rehearse, so I’m learning on the fly. Live. I’m bound to flub every now and then, and flub I did on occasion. I’m new in the band. I have an excuse. But, the girls on the other hand have been in the band, they know the tunes, you’d think they’d be singing in key, and not messing up their parts, but they do. If I mess up they turn around and give me the evil eye. But from what I can hear they’re messing up every time they sing a note. It doesn’t bode well for the future. It’s going to be a temporary thing for me I suspect.