I would like to petition the Powers That Be for an additional day in the week. It would be a day off specifically charged with making sure that people who do a part-time job during the week and an artistic job through most of the weekend get a day off. In theory I got one of these this weekend (Friday! We didn’t have a show! MADNESS!!!) but really, by not using my Friday sensibly I’m now behind and kind of stressed out.
Of course, in order to take advantage of the day, I think there’d be a burden to demonstrate need, perhaps some sort of notarized copies of one’s Google Calendar or something, but then with that need demonstrated one would be provided some sort of dimensional key that allowed one to step into Vacation Space for 24 hours betwixt Thursday at 11.59pm and Friday at 12.00am. This would be excellent for the economy as a whole, because with the addition of such a Pocket Day I’d manage to catch up on sleep and with the remaining seven days of the week I’d find myself with the energy to go and DO stuff. I’d perhaps go to Hershey Park, because I’ve never been. Or I’d go back to that train line in Western Maryland, because it’s amazing. Or I’d host another movie night – but I wouldn’t be too exhausted to PLAN it.
Yes. All-in-all, I think it would be best for all of us, the species as a whole, if I was given some semblance of control over the timestream. It would be the right thing to do. Please, contact your local Congressman or woman and inform him or her that Robert Hinkal of Baltimore, MD should be provided with control over the chronosphere. Assure them that I would do American things with it. Like buy stuff.
This is all the long way of saying that we didn’t have gigs on either Friday or Saturday and I managed to get very little done and am STILL tired. These were the last days off until October 29th, which should be used to practice in any case. Yes, some sort of shoehorn day needs to be placed into the rest of the week. Or maybe a whole Pocket Week at the beginning of every month.
This morning has dawned spectacularly. The sky is cloudless and it’s beautiful in the same way that a flawless-skinned celebrity is beautiful: perfect and entirely without depth. The colours fade from that pale almost-white at the edges, fitting so perfectly into the omnipresent Maryland flora of hardwoods and concrete, and then fading up to a deep blue that hints at the fact that if I would just spend more time staring at the zenith of the sky that I’d forget gravity and slip and simply float away.
There’s a lot of appeal to that.
Last night we went to see Brennan’s band, Petalblight, perform at Teavolve. It was a tiny crowd but a good show. Perhaps the tightest I’ve ever heard them sound, with a better sound balance than I’d heard previously. Elliot, who plays the upright bass, is a beast. He’s not afraid to be downright acrobatic on his fretboard and I’m quite familiar with the workout he’s getting. He almost seems more appropriate to some sort of rockabilly act and I expect at any moment for him to swing his instrument around in a full spin. I suspect the only thing holding him back is the cables.
It was good to park somewhere and NOT worry about how far we were going to have to walk with amplifiers and guitars. I think that I’m really, really tired this morning. I’ll have to find some pep, some zest, some vim and perhaps some vigour between now and the show at Cyclops tonight.
Liam Dailey was the last performer of the night at the Vanilla Bean open mic. I was really blown away by his tunes – well-written, well-performed, great voice, great guitar. He’s too young to be this good! Eric Paradine our gracious host.
