zzz….wha?

the miles added on
with a regular monday night gig
in fort worth

added to the studio work
I’ve been in the middle of

added to the mrs. being tired
of raising kids alone

something had to give

I came home after a month of
running hard and pretty much
slipped into a coma

*note to married men:
wives do not like to see you laying
on your ass no matter how tired you are

so, I cancelled the monday night
gigs in fort worth

and thought I’d start ‘helping’
around the house a little more

first step was trying to fix
the kitchen sink
in the process of pulling out the old
one, I hit the p trap and broke it off

I’ve seen this movie before
and there is a reason why the
plumber is on speed dial

leave it to the professionals

especially if your house was built
before the second world war

man,
trying to run a weekly song swap
was WAY more difficult than I
thought it would be

dealing with radius clauses
and making 9 million phone calls
just really wasn’t my bag

spencer and I parted on good terms
and I appreciate him trying to make
it fly

I’m reminded of the quote from
Thomas Edison that says something
to the effect that he hasn’t failed,
he’s only found 10, 000 ways that won’t work

so,
I’m going to finish up the projects that I
have on my plate right now
and then gear up for rehearsals
with The Great Divide

I’m anxious to see just how rusty
the old machine is going to be
after sitting for 9 years

we agreed to play at College Days
in Stillwater this August
so we have from now until then
to knock the dust off

should be interesting to say
the least

I’m going to crawl out of this
bed tomorrow
and get back after it

finishing up The Damn Quails
in the boohatch
and dusting off my TGD cd’s
to see what the heck I was
thinking back then…

and which chords go with
what thoughts…

thanks to my wife
for her special brand of patience

which I can always tell
is almost over when I feel
a small boot in the ass