NP: Mogwai, Rock Action (MP3)
Okay, I've been short of temper this week, but it seems localized to a couple of topics. Mostly, people wasting my time and/or money. There's probably something deeper at work here, as I don't feel like I've accomplished much in the last three weeks or so, since the trip to New York.
Which isn't entirely true. Progress has been made on any number of fronts. It just doesn't feel like it. It feels like I'm spinning my wheels again, and so with all the time I'm wasting on my own, I don't feel like I need other people to help.
Part of this is pure musical hubris. In this particular case, more rehearsals aren't going to make me know my parts any better at this point, and in an ideal world for an allegedly working band, that should be the case across the board. This, perhaps, is why said band only works allegedly. So I've developed a tendency to get cranky. Anyway, I feel like I've earned some degree of ego at this point in my drumming career.
Which happens to be 26 years to the day as of this writing.
But, again, steps are being taken. I finally stepped back from the lackluster experiences toward re-entering the job market and decided that maybe, just maybe, my instrument of change is somehow sub-optimal. Now, with a shiny new résumé, I should be able to directly address some of the areas where I'm presumably coming up short. Being late in the afternoon on Friday, I think the public debut of said résumé will have to wait until Monday, but good God, Monday will bring a rain of Word documents the world has never seen!
Meanwhile, back in the "getting the hell out of the apartment to break up the monotony" department, me and the roomie went to see Scary Movie 3 last night, not even realizing that part of the Airplane/Naked Gun braintrust was involved, which made for quite the pleasant surprise.
Rock and roll continues to throw curveballs at me. Within a week or so, my dance card may be 100% different from what it was not even a month or so ago, save for the solo thing. Which hits the stage again this weekend. I'm trying not to worry about it, but in terms of getting out the vote, this is where it's all laid bare. No excuses about it not being "my band" or of people not being motivated to go see a friend play drums versus, oh, I don't know, singing. And the reflexive self-deprecator in me is thoroughly appalled at the notion of people actually paying to hear me sing, but again, that seems more an autonomic reaction than anything else.
That's the closest I'm going to come to begging those of you in the greater Chicagoland area to come out to Wild Goose this Saturday night.
For any of you wondering if I'd actually get bored enough to start updating my CD database to include individual musicians and cover art now that I've figured out how to do it, I'm currently somewhere in the Ds. So yeah, that bored.
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