I forgot to tell you how the gig went last Sat. The gig that was NOT - I REPEAT - WAS NOT - A PRETTY BOY FREUD REUNION. We’ll never know - because once I forget something - it’s forgotten. A safety mechanism my brain uses to protect myself from me. From what every one tells me it went pretty well - I have some pictures - wanna see ‘em? I also don’t “remember" much about the actual gig itself - not because of cognitive issues and pd - but because I didn’t care to ever “member" it in the first place. It was fun and all - and I love all the guys I was jammin with. but it was painful. Painful because it reminded me of all the times i played in bars such as this one - MEAT MARKETS - fancy places full of fancy drunk people who seem to have more dollars than sense. There were a lot of friends there too - but that doesn’t count. I don’t wanna come off negative (TOO LATE ALERT) let’s just say the gig was bittersweet. A bittersweet - STAND and MODEL - carnival.
This nice lady was alright - She was having a good time, along with her friends. All and all it was a festive night. With a waiting list of people wanting to get in - we should have played a bigger place. Here's a side note (still not being negative just making reports, ma’am) Even though the place was packed and people were drinking - dancing and throwin’ down - the band got paid less than we did 20 years ago. Pourquoi?
Also, I have started becoming used to doing my own originals - my way playing bad covers of bad songs used to be acceptable - but not any more, I only have so many notes left in me - I have to make each one count, Having a Pretty Boy Freud Reunion was worth forgetting about that for a while. But, I know one thing - you won’t see me playing this role again for a while. It’s not what I want to be doing with my time.
This has been the Tuesday Edition of Monday’s post. Thank you for being patient. Right now even my hair hurts - the best way to describe the pain that seems to get worse everyday is to imagine an invisible giraffe, with giant human hands, and wearing a blue velvet smoking jacket, twisting my body like a wash cloth. Doesn’t make any sense does it - that’s my point. This pain influences all my perceptions of what I am doing in life. Saturday night was fun - a high school reunion - but it wasn’t me. I’m at a different place now. It was a trepidatious step into the past. I must continue forward, to bravely step into the future. And that means directing my creative spirit to follow me, and stay real close so I can see it in my mirrors - but not too close.
Right now all my energy seems to be focused on my music or evaporating into the air - I plan on installing a vapor barrier to trap the part that’s trying to get away so I‘ll have some left for y’all - don’t worry - it’s just plastic. But I have a band to put together - songs to finish - jean jackets to bedazzle - you can see my problem. Problems are the pop quizzes of life and count a lot towards your final grade. You have to keep up with the material - and that means you have to miss a lot of happy hours. But I’ll take a happy minute of felling good over a happy hour of feeling bad any day.
We’ll continue with our Vicarious Vacation tomorrow by checking out a domestic travel alternative to France. I have a new Black Hive Beanie - Let me take a pic of it for you.
HAVE A GREAT DAY
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\