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Well Did You Evah

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Sunday. Another day out by the river. Francine (Tariq’s girlfriend) was there as well as Tariq. I taught Francine how to play Twist & Shout. We also played I Can See Clearly Now by Johnny Nash. I added an extra middle eight which I thought worked better.

And I made a concession, I learned how to play ‘Feelin’ Alright’ by Joe Cocker. Two chords is easy enough and it is rather soulful. It was a slow starting day and I wasn’t sure whether or not I would go out to play.

I picked a few songs off of Ultimate Guitar and chose them because of the lack of chords and my familiarity with them. Old Brown Shoe and The Ballad of John & Yoko were but two songs I learned.

Julio mentioned he would like to learn some guitar at some point and I offered to show him a few chords. That should be fun. It will be somewhere down the line since he really doesn’t have much time for that sort of thing.

Last night I sort of watched Saturday Night Live. I was actually more interested in recording songs for ring tones on my phone. Of course since I did that, no one called. And I forgot what song I picked.

Maybe the version of Within You Without You/Tomorrow Never Knows from the Beatles Love album. Maybe Human Fly by the Cramps. Maybe the Telephone Call by Kraftwerk. I honestly don’t remember. And though the phone is right in my pocket I can’t be bothered to open it up and check it out.

It could also be You’re Wondering Now by the Specials who I am going to see on the 21st at Terminal Five.

And though I sent out online invites for the party this summer, a few people, friends and family thought the party was this weekend. I do hope no one showed up at Maxwells looking for me and Bill. That would be embarrassing for all concerned.

So I wasn’t all that interested in Saturday Night Live, but I did try to pay attention in parts. After that I started watching High Society, starring Grace Kelly, Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby. Music by Cole Porter.

I knew most of the songs from the Red Hot & Blue Cole Porter compilation from 20 years ago. I actually prefer those songs.

I know, sacrilege!

Also prefer George Harrison’s version of True Love to Bing & Grace’s version. I feel Debbie Harry & Iggy Pop’s version of Well Did You Evah to be much more fun than Bing and Sinatra.

And I do prefer The Philadelphia Story to High Society. I would take Katherine Hepburn to Grace Kelly, Cary Grant definitely over Bing Crosby and Jimmy Stewart over Frank Sinatra any day. Before I knew it it was almost 2:30.

I stumbled to bed where I had a dream I was working for a company that was changing management, much like what happened in 1982 when I was working for HBJ. I certainly saw what was going on and got a job that eventually changed my life. But that’s another story for another time.

Hope everyone has a good week. More resumes going out. Hope springs eternal.

From last week. I generally don't wear a suit when playing guitar, unless Mr. Epstein insists

From last week. I generally don't wear a suit when playing guitar, unless Mr. Epstein insists

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First I neglected to write that the other night between watching The Soloist (yawn) and How I Met Your Mother I watched Panic Room which was just dumb. I did not mind the commercial interruptions. I forgot about watching that until I had my nightly phone call with Harpy.

Last night was OK, nothing much to report. Bill came home from his theater thing and we watched Tabatha’s Salon Takeover which I had recorded in the afternoon. It’s more than likely the only reality show that Bill and I watch.

No American Midol. no Project Runaway, no Top Shelf or America’s Next Big Modess for us. Tabatha is more than enough. In fact I just watched several episodes this afternoon and I am looking forward and hoping that Bill gets home in time to watch the latest episode at 10:00.

I’ve also been watching repeats of the Gilmore Girls at 11:00 in the morning. I used to love that show and still enjoy the banter between Lorelei and Rory and wish I could move to Stars Hollow. It would be interesting to see how Stars Hollow was affected by the economic climate.

Last night I slept well and deep. Crazy dreams once again, dreams that seem to go on for too long. I woke up growling. But in a good way. I felt OK and set about my morning. Been living too nostalgically lately, looking back at jobs that I’ve had, primarily the Wanker Banker gig.

I’m back to writing that since I was in touch with the guy who’s name was in the company and asked him if I could use him as a reference. He responded saying ‘of course’. Then he sent another email asking for my resume so that he could forward it to various colleagues in the New York area who might be in need of whatever it is that I do.

I took that as a hopeful sign.

So much so that I went to my Linked In account and connected with various other big wigs that I know or knew and asked them permission to use them as references. I know quite a few big wigs. I was also fishing, letting them know that I was unemployed in the hope that they’ll take pity on me and hire me.

It’s been a few hours at the fishing hole and no bites, but I did update my connections. Also sent out some more resumes. And did some math and willing to take a bigger pay cut than originally planned.

Unrelated to the job search, I heard from a friend, Cheryl Welch who while googling her son’s name, found my blog. She enjoyed it and said I was a good writer, suggesting that I should write for the local press, Hoboken Reporter or the Jersey Journal.

She also mentioned after reading about what I wrote regarding her wedding in 2005, soon after I started writing daily, that what I wrote was a nice thing that she needed to hear.

In 2005 she asked a friend what they thought about her wedding and they said, ‘what? It’s a wedding.’

It was quite a special event for me, on a dock next to a boat called the Frying Pan in the middle of a monsoon. And I enjoyed myself greatly.

It’s been a satisfactory day. Busy somewhat. Just got to hang in there. Looking forward to warmer weather since it’s been so cold out that I only leave the apartment once a day. There are galleries waiting to be visited and I need to recharge my batteries.

Cheryl was also kind enough to make a header for this blog, but I don’t know how to post it.

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