One thing we can now be certain of - any issues you may have with my communication, or just anything to do with me really - are not the result of my drinking. If there are still issues - it’s gotta be something else, right?
Thursday, May 20, 2021
I stopped drinking. HA - I had written a bunch of other stuff that I wisely saved as a draft, except that none of it saved except for the first sentence. The tech gods sent me a message, and the message was received. So this is the post I will publish. The rest is left unsaid.
Tuesday, May 04, 2021
If FB decides to reinstate the account of the former "president" tomorrow, I expect an uptick of activity here for random updates and the like, doin' it old school here and via twitter. Jury is out on instagram. Probably not much there since FB owns them also. I do not want to continue to do business with anything or anyone that/who aids and abets known fascists. FB is already on thin ice anyway. I've contemplated stepping away from that platform for some time for a variety of other reasons, not exclusive to Zuckerberg being a complete d-bag and Sheryl Sandberg just generally bugging the fuck out of me with her lean-in bullshit. Google and other platforms are not without guilt as well. We do live in the modern world and have to live in that world and communicate as best we can (when in Rome, etc.). But a line needs to be drawn and if 45 is back to feeding the news cycle again with his bs, I'll be here for a bit.
Thursday, February 18, 2021
...is slow. It is slow. But I'm still on it.
I bought a UA Apollo Solo A/D converter a week ago. I got it set up and running. Now to find the time to record something.
I was motivated because an old pal, Jeff Jagielo, reached out to me about a project he's working on. Sent me some tracks to play some horn on. I've already mapped out the parts and am ready to print it. Now I just need to find some time when I have the house to myself, or I try it in the bedroom. I can do that, right? The mics aren't hot when I'm tracking trumpet so what's the risk of noise from TVs in the other room, etc interfering?
Well, I don't want to start my first project after a long dry spell off that way.
I'm spending the time in between practicing my horn, doing some embouchure recovery exercises. That's the slow part. The road to recovery, that is....
I'll bet you thought I was talking about the alcohol, right? I'm good there. I don't even think about taking a drink. I'm feeling just fine without it. There may come a time when I don't feel that way and will have to fight against those impulses, I keep telling myself. But I'm not anywhere near that now. COVID is bad enough, if I drink and act like an asshole again, I'm done. I'd rather be annoyed with other people drinking than be the one being the annoying asshole or worse. I'm safe from all of that now, and I don't want to ever go back to feeling the way I felt at my worst.
I have a split screen up right now, White Stripes, Glastonbury, 2005 on Youtube on my right, this browser with blogger on the left. Previously watched the recently released footage of the Basement performance from 2005. I guess that's Nigel Godrich's basement. Pretty sure. I could probably pause, or open another tab and look it up. I mean, I'm already in google, right? Nah. I'm pretty sure. I'll just leave it at that. I don't always need to know everything right away - or ever, really.
I sure do miss live music these days. Now that we can't go watch it, I really miss it. I wasn't watching it all that much in the years just before COVID. But I sure as hell will when we all get the green light to go back to the clubs. I want to get a band going again. This part of the recovery has been good - a boost for my confidence. For years I struggled with feelings of inadequacy. Nothing I could perform would possibly be good enough, just mediocre. So why bother?
You know what? I might as well give it a go. If it sucks, people will tell me (by indifference) and then I can just go back to the hibernating I've been doing for, oh, the last 16 years! Well, aside from the occasional horn gig where my lip barely lasts cos I never practice these embouchure exercises. I never did exercises, I just played a lot more. But now? The road...to recovery...
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Last post seems so quaint. How horrible we thought he was, about to get worse. But that was always the truth. When you thought THIS was bad, you ain't seen nothin' yet. And now he has a Junior Surrogate, feeding the media's "show hole," as it were.
But I digress. I'm sitting at my dining room table, having a coffee and an egg (just enough protein for my zoom workout in an hour). I've settled on the dining room table as my desk of choice. When you think about it, we do have a fairly small house for a family of four. Tradeoffs, check privilege, get all that. Still, if not for a request from an old friend back in WI last night to provide some trumpet tracks on a song, I wouldn't be pining for my own space to set up some recording gear and such, probably. Tuff shed? #oaklandtuff
Our family has settled into a pandemic rhythm. It's not something to shout from the mountaintop as freakin' awesome, but, unlike for many out there, it's not horrible either. We're getting by, more fortunate than most. Some guy named Chris Herd said on Twitter that "Having 0 commute and working remotely will let me spend the equivalent of 281 more days of time with my daughters before they turn 18." I don't know if that's healthy or not, as kids in their double digits really need to be spending more time with their peers in person, in my opinion. But this too shall pass...
Monday, January 04, 2021
I went the entire calendar year of 2020 without alcohol, and I'm approaching 17 months on the 13th. Soon we will have a real President again. Reasons to be cheerful. I'll write more in a couple of weeks, after the world is rid of this noxious, horrible, no good President of these current not so United States.
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