I am afloat on a coal black sea. I am surrounded by horizon in all directions. As I gaze out into the still water a vista grows in my mind of regret, circumspection, and remorse.
The alarm goes off and the beautiful dream ends. A few more minutes of basking in its warm glow ensue before I remember the awful truth…I am a Bass Player.
I get out of bed bright and early to start my day…
10:45 am: Put on union suit and chase chickens in the backyard to build core strength and let the chickens know who’s in charge.
11:22 am Crack three eggs foraged in backyard into coffee cup for breakfast. Still no visible signs of Avian Flu.
11:36 am: Practice Bach Cello Suites using Envelope Filter and Tony Levin’s Funk Fingers on my beloved B.C. Rich.
2:08 pm: Depart home for Teaching Studio; looks cold and rainy outside.
2:35 pm: Arrive Starbird Music. Fix flat on recumbent cycle and chain to dumpster.
3:00 pm: Begin teaching lessons
5:02 pm: During dinner break cut sleeves off shirt for upcoming Derek Smalls Tribute Band show.
6:20 pm: Have psychotic break while teaching modes to student; Yell “I MUST BREAK YOU ALL!!! ONE NOTE AT A TIME!!!!”
6:22 pm: Still no signs of Avian Flu.
7:00 pm: Eat Reuben sammich while student plays my transcription of thirty minute live version of ‘Dazed and Confused’
8:30 pm: Return home. Chickens seem uppity.
9:07 pm: Watch five DVR’d episodes of ‘The Bachelorette”
2:36 am: Turn on CD payer. Play Nazareth’s ‘Hair of the Dog’ on repeat.
3:14 am: Fall asleep on floor.
GET READY TO ROCK ON FRIDAY DECEMBER 14 at THE LOFT!!!!!!