Well a week from today I will start working for the Symbionese Liberation Army. I’m understandably nervous. Tomorrow I am going in to see Cinque who has some paperwork for me to fill out and also a photo session of me wearing a beret and standing in front of a poster of the Hydra.
I’m sure there is really nothing to be nervous about, I’ve worked retail before. There are some routine things to do when opening up the store, things that I’m sure I’ve done before. I will find out more tomorrow.
Last night I didn’t do much of anything. I made sure Lawn Hors d’œuvre was being recorded for Bill, but Bill had set the timer beforehand. And Sure enough, just as the show was starting Bill walked through the door, saying it was a coincidence that he was home just as it was starting.
Whatever he wants to believe but I have a pretty good idea that Bill hustled to get home in time. It was a good episode, the series finale. It really did not seem to be a good idea to pull the plug on it when if they had one more year they would have broken the Gunsmoke record for longest running show.
But that’s the way they did things. And the Lieutenant got a positive message from her oncologist at the end.
I spoke with Harpy a little while ago. He loved the Lost finale whereas I loved all of it except for the last 5 minutes. Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?
And I could not help but think of Mary Provost when Vincent appeared in Jack’s last moments. It’s the natural order of things. Sooner or later that smell of blood will overcome the Labrador’s hunger pangs.
What else is going on? I’m not participating in whatever performance will be taking place in Hamilton NY like I was asked months ago. It was the impetus for my playing guitar every day. But even though I think I’ve gotten better on guitar, there will be no performance.
I sort of found that out the other day when I decided to talk to one of the friends that was really bumming me out and making me feel resentful. This friend kept making plans for me to act in a movie, or lend my voice for a voice over or perhaps even join me when I would play by the river.
All three situations, I made myself available. Things fell apart on their end and I did not appreciate not hearing about it, just basically leaving me twisting in the wind.
And so goes the performance in Hamilton. No Art Hams reunion. C’est la vie. I’m just glad I practiced.
Today being a gorgeous day, I went out to the Pier A area with my guitar and strummed for about 3 hours. I have about 10 songs under my belt that I know inside out, though singing those songs is a different story.
Like I’ve written before, when I’m alone (and I’m alone 99.9% of the time) I just strum and do not sing. If Tariq is there I sing, if Rand is there I sing. But solo, no singing.
The plan was to strum and perhaps even busk, once I was good enough, in the vicinity of Central Park. Now with the weather getting to be splendid, I won’t be doing that. Or maybe I will on my days off.
At this moment, 18:56 on May 25 2010 it doesn’t seem likely but then again, anything is possible. Last autumn, it was that kid Tim that lit the spark and got me outside with the guitar, perhaps there will be someone else to inspire me once again.
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