NP: Faith No More, Album of the Year (CD)

At the end of the night last night, I was telling a young lady at the Bird's Nest that I also played bass, after spending most of the night on stage playing percussion, followed by a brief bit on guitar where I once again hacked through, for incongruity's sake, both Outkast and A Perfect Circle (note to self: learn the words). Anyway, she remarked that I was a real Renaissance man. Later, I figured that she didn't even know the half of it.

Yesterday was one of those days where that comes into sharp focus. I was woken up by the phone ringing, with a potential employer on the other end of the line. I've been sleeping in a bit this week with the rationalization that everyone I know is getting sick, and rest is good preventative medicine, that isn't entirely working, but still. Which means I had not a whole heck of a lot of time to get ready for Lee Ann coming over to remix the demo once and for all. During a four-hour session that was originally supposed to be a lot shorter, I got a downright bubbly call from the recruiter responsible for the morning call. They liked me a lot, which speaks volumes when you consider that I was only just barely awake, hadn't had coffee, and really needed to pee during the entirety of that conversation.

Then another call from Monday's interview. No dice on the immediate need, but they also really liked me. There might be something else there short term, if I'm available. From there, on to the final rehearsal of the unfortunately named new cover band, The Curtains. That'll be changing soon, if I have anything to do with it. My best candidates are The Sheffield Exiles (or Sheffield Avenue Exiles) and Men of Leisure, with RG getting credit for the latter.

Then, on to Bird's Nest for the gig with Patrick and the Renaissance man comment, along with a surprising amount of physical discomfort from standing with a djembe strapped on my back. It's still easier than moving a drumkit, though, and I got paid as much as I think I ever got paid with Lindsie, who we're not gonna talk about right now.

Today's goal is to finally get my car looked at, as 800 miles in a week and a half without a side-view mirror is not a great idea. I also need to fight off this nascent cold, which I'm not surprised I have, since half of both bands I'm actively playing with are sick. Abi had to go so far as to call of Saturday's gig, but I may have gotten something else, non-musical, to compensate for the loss of dough that would have been coming in.