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Things and food in time and space

October 7th, 2008

I’ve been moving into my new space the last week or so.  A handful of copies of the new disc are out to press and stores, and I have yet to get the rest out.  I finally got to the point today where my recording stuff is set up and ready for when inspiration hits.  My project table is set up and ready for more CD assembly.  I just need to get the kitchen to where I can eat–a lesser priority.

Speaking of inspiration hitting–I’m quitting my night job, and probably my day job too, in favor of a full-time weekend job, delivering pizzas in Minneapolis.  I’ll have Mon-Wed all to myself to do whatever the fuck I feel like doing, which will most likely be recording, building guitars, and sleeping until 1 p.m.  Plus my commute time will go from a total of about 60 miles to about 3 miles.


Beagles, Cold, Money

March 1st, 2008

My downstairs neighbors have 2 beagles. Both of them suffer from Separation Anxiety. That means anytime my neighbors leave the apartment, the dogs spend AT LEAST an hour barking, howling, whimpering and crying. They do this several times a day. It’s been going on for five months, which is to say, I moved in five months ago and it’s been going on since I moved in. I’ve tried to be OK with that, and with their illegal CB radio amplifier which interferes with any and all audio or video equipment on the third floor. I don’t like to create enemies in a building where I’ve had no problem playing a drum set or having band practice. But those dogs were at it at 8:30 am today–a Saturday. I never play drums before 10 at the earliest. On any day. I left a note under their door today.

My cold is all but gone and now I have an endless stretch of stupid bullshit work ahead of me for who knows how long. I’ve been thinking about booking some shows but I really don’t know where to start. I’ve been thinking about working on the CD but I can’t tell where its going. I’ve been thinking about building some projects to take my mind off of it, but I’m broke. And I don’t know if I can afford to be “out of the scene” once people start coming out of their winter comas. I don’t know if I care. It would be nice if I could say, “OK I don’t care about music or art until I save some money,” but I can’t do that. I always become depressed and lazy when I do that. Well, as opposed to depressed and wound up.

This cold has cost me just over $300. I’m not going on tour any time soon.