Strange Things Are Afoot

I wrote a song today. It is very sad. That's so typical of me.

I went to The Rio tonight to watch my drummer's Dad's band play, because they've come to our shows. And they had us up to perform. Me and Kenny performed "Living On A Prayer" (the slow version), that Irish song I learned for St. Patricks Day (it's actually called "The Rose Pipe-Set"), and "Thirteen" by ourselves. With their band we did a typical easy-song set list, including "Dreams," "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," "Wild Nights," "Brown-Eyed Girl," "I'll Be There For You," and "Sweet Home Alabama."

Tomorrow, like I said, I have a meeting with about a web site, and I have to go to Sandpoint with Mom to do her grocery shopping.

I need to get some projects finished up this weekend, hopefully.

News, News, News

So, one of my project contacts called me yesterday night to tell me that the guy who is funding the project had completely backed out of the project and took all the equipment (whatever that was) with him. She told me that I could keep the start-up money (my deposit) and re-sell the work I had done. I was like, well, whatever. But then, the guy with the moolah called me this morning at about 9 AM to tell me that the project was over but that he wanted to work with me. I told him to send me an e-mail and I'd send him whatever he requested because, you know, 9 AM is too early for me.

I haven't really done anything with any of my projects for a while, although I did hear from that record company in Spokane that wanted us to pay them money to record our record. Whatever, right? Seems that they are changing their tune. I've been doing a lot of thinking here recently, though. Mostly about my music, but some about my books, too, which I would like to get done here pretty quick.

Catch Up

Well, let's see... we played last night. Between Kenny's cold, half the audience leaving during one of our best songs in the second set, and the mistakes we made, the show itself was not as good as our show last week. Kenny's rotten attitude rubbed off on everybody, and that, coupled with the lack of audience energy to feed from, caused us to be... well, we were still good - more than good, actually; we still rocked - but it definitely wasn't our "best" show. By any means.

I did the "911-specific" testing for that job last Monday. It went well, and, as it turns out, I managed to pass the test, and I have an appointment for an interview at 3 PM on Monday.

I've been working my butt off to finish what projects I still have pending for my business, mostly because I get the feeling that I am going to get hired by the Sheriff's office, and I won't have time to do web design if I do get the 911 job. At any rate, I'll just finish one thing up, and two more things will come in. Considering that I do not YET have this other job, I am snapping up whatever work comes my way, as I need the money for a few things. So, I have about 8 projects I am working on right now. Why is it that, just when I'd like things to calm down a bit so that I can concentrate on getting this other job, all this work starts pouring in? And, sure as shit, as soon as I think that I could get by on web design stuff and turn down the job (assuming they offer it to me), the web design stuff will dry up. It's almost as if God wants me to be busier than a neat freak in a landfill.

I did some more writing the other night (Thursday, I think... my days are running together), but nothing significant came out of it, so, nothing to share today.

A Night Borrowed

Well, a while back, I did promise a sneak peek at A Night Borrowed... or, rather, what little I have so far. Well, I'm finally coming through on that promise. I'll warn you, though, that I am not really feeling this so far... and, if you've read Night Cries, a small amount of time has passed between the end of Night Cries and the beginning of this book. Anyway, without further comment, here is the snippet:

It was the perfect place for witchcraft. So, why it surprised me that I was
staring slack-jawed at the scowling visage of a man who had died in my arms more
than a year ago was beyond my comprehension. In fact, most everything but his
face was incomprehensible to me at the moment. I had held him as he died,
begging him not to leave me. The ghost of that loss haunted me constantly since
then, especially when….

My hand clamped tight over my mouth as I continued to
stare. Oh, dear God, I thought. He doesn’t know!

He strode purposefully through the leaf-strewn yard, deftly weaving his way around the bodies of William’s sleeping soldiers. He poked each man as he passed, apparently demanding some sort of information from each one, and, not getting the answer he sought, moved on to the next.

I was frozen in place. I couldn’t feel my feet; I would surely fall if I attempted to move. The shock of his appearance had not yet worn off, though, at least, my brain had thawed enough to begin to put together a few coherent thoughts. Why was he here? How was he here?

And then, our eyes met. The dawning of recognition lit in his eyes. His scowl lifted, and he broke into a run toward me, leaping over the bodies of the men who slept in his path. Startled, I backed up, tripping over the laundry vat behind me, and landing in the cold, dirty water. I struggled to extract myself from the predicament,
taking my eyes from his only for a moment.

His strong hands – as warm as I remembered – lifted me from the water and set me gently on my feet. His hands were on my arms then, and he pulled me roughly to him. His nose touched mine, and I looked up.

"You did this to me, and you are going to fix it."

Not Much To Say

So, um... let's see.

Today, I went to a funeral, which was hard for me, because I kept thinking about the last funeral I went to, which was Grandpa's. It brought up a lot of things I am not ready to face yet.

What else? Kenny may be in a movie.

I have not been paid by that guy who had me design a lighting site for him. I may have to send him a collection letter.

The sheriff's office called today. I am supposed to go in for dispatcher's testing on Monday at 6:30 PM.

No word from ABC New York.

Somebody in the UK downloaded the entire album of "Too Much To Dream" from iTunes back in February, which is cool, but I wish I knew who it was.

The drums were supposed to arrive today, but they did not.

Y'All Ain't Gonna Believe This Shit

So, my Dad found this ad in the Priest River Times that said:

Are you a musician who dreams about making the big time... but have no idea how?
A national television show wants to talk with you. We can't guarantee to make
you famous, but we can promise you an adventure that will be seen by millions.
If you are a musician (or know one) from a very rural spot; who has never
recorded, never gone on a tour; but people tell you: "You could be a star" ...
we want to talk to you.

And it had a phone number and some extensions and whatnot. I thought, well, it's probably a scam, but you never know. So, today, I called the number. A machine picks up that says I've reached ABC New York. So, I punch in the first extension number and expect to get a machine. I have no idea what I am going to say, but I wait as the line rings. And a real person picks up. He asks me all kinds of questions about where I live and just how rural it is... and he seems genuinely pleased to hear all about it. And he asks me some questions about my music, what my dreams are with my music... and I got emotional talking about how I wanted to get my Dad out of the sawmill and how I wanted to honor Grandpa's musical legacy. He told me that I had a very compelling story, and told me that the show they were working on is ABC's "Primetime Live," and, earlier this year, they did a segment about the "6 degrees of separation" just in New York City. Apparently, they'd randomly approchaed people in New York City and had them try to connect themselves in "6 degrees" to some other people with certain qualities. Well, for this, they are doing the same thing again, but they are adding the element of geography. They said that they would want to do the shoot out at my parents' place because of the rural look, and that they would want to have the band play, and that they would be sending me on a 5-day excursion to wherever I needed to go to complete this "mission" of finding this other person within 6 degrees and they would pay for everything. I'm thinking, well, cool. Not at all what I expected, but very cool. So, then he tells me that he will need to see some pictures and hear my music, so I sent him to my band's site, and he kept asking me questions about how I look... like, "Is your hair still that long?" (Yes.) "How tall are you?" (5'11".) And things like that. Then he took my phone number and said that he would be in touch. Pretty cool!

Other News: We were in the studio on Sunday, and are almost finished recording the cover demo. We have lead vocals on three songs left to do and backing vocals on all 6 to do still.

Proper Order of Horse and Cart

I've finally decided that I most definitely want to start a tattoo parlor in town. So, I started laying out a plan on how to do that. First, I figure I need about $2,000 in funding to get started. Basically for the equipment, supplies, and to rent a small space in town, maybe sub-lease from someone. Second, I figure, during the slow days of tattooing, I can still run my web design business. However, there's still those start-up costs. So, I will either need to get a job (911 dispatch, something else, whatever) or get a bunch more web design stuff. Either way, once I have the equipment, I will probably be ready to roll in four months or so.

I talked to a friend of mine tonight, and also to a friend of his who has some contacts in the music industry. I sent him a CD through CDBaby (since I don't have any more). We'll see what happens. The people he wants to show it to are some pretty big names in the producing part of the industry.

Sunday, we're in the studio. Hopefully, by Monday, I'll have gotten paid so I can order a tattoo kit. Tuesday, I am going to a funeral. That's all I know for now. Tomorrow, I will have a sample of A Night Borrowed for you all to read.

Stuff

I found a drum set in the Musician's Friend catalogue that I wanted to buy. It was a Ludwig 5-piece set that came with Zildjan cymbals. All for $479! Great deal, right? NOPE!!!!! Considering that we have a show in 17 days, the two- to four-week stocking period was just too long. So, I started looking at other sets. That's when Kenny comes in and tells me that we have a show on March 10th at The Beef 'N' Brew. So, now we have a show in 10 days. Lovely. So, I went ahead and ordered the Taye drum set and cymbals that the drummer recommended. Should be here 2 to 7 days.

We also had read in the newspaper that a bar was looking for bands to come play. We talk to the guy, and he has heard of our band and seems all excited to have us play. Haven't heard anything back yet, though.