Help a neighbor + be a good tennant = Karmic return
Ok so, after a long (looooooooong) week away for work (did I mention the longness of it all ?), I went home and crashed on Friday night. I was thinking “get a good night’s rest and get back on track tomorrow”. Great thinking except for my neighbor…remember that one? The louder than life, doesn’t need a megaphone cuz she’s got one built in neighbor? She came home in the middle of the night with friends and was that kind of drunk where she thought she lived in a sound proof booth and that everyone around her was hard of hearing. I’ll say no more other than her guests were saying “stop talking” but, apparently they thought she was the one that was hard of hearing. Oy. And then I have to ask this question…if you’re up at all hours til 3 or 4…doesn’t it stand that you would perhaps sleep in? Like you’re body would insist on it? Not in this case. The d$*7m deaf club was up and yapping away at 9am…yup…so I did the only thing I knew to do. I found the least cool music I could find and I turned it out loud and clear so they could start their day off with old people’s vibe (PS, I liked the music). I knew I had to shake it off. I think my nerves were still raw from spending a week with so many ppl under one roof. Good people…just kind of against this hermit’s nature y’know?
Anyway…snapping back now. Music. Got my morning coffee…walked to the shop and setup a lesson for this week and had a nice (though rather de-caffeinated so slightly incoherent) chat with Andrew (who’s name I struggle remembering so I call him “hey you ;)’). He’s nice. Very quiet compared to the other two. I went home to practice but, this song I started back in Tahoe last week kept popping up in my head and it was really frustrating me because it’s about someone who well, ok I’ll say it. He isn’t very nice to me~ Oh sure he smiles when he’s facing me but, he’s the kind you have to question every time whether the answer you give to his question is meant to be used against you at some point in time. And yet…I like him. If he wasn’t so bent on sucking the joy and pride out of others I’d like him to bits. So, I stuffed the song back into the recesses of my mind where it tried to spring back up like an over stuffed suitcase you’re trying to zip shut. Eventually, something else came to the surface…Another bittersweet but, empowering kind of song. I don’t know its name yet but, I want it on the CD. A kind of reminder not to wait on something or someone to get on with what you’re meant to be doing. The chords I found for it make it a bit high for me to sing but, I think I have the answer for that and that comes up in the next paragraph~
Yesterday, I grabbed my bike and was determined to ride it even if just to the pharmacy down the street to putter around in. I kept hearing noise outside my place like an animal rummaging around but, I remembered I was no longer in bear country so it must be the landlady prepping the place next door for a new tennant (lady tennis balls passed away, very sad). I opened the door to find a guy trying to stuff a giant couch into the awkward shapped narrow entryway of the studio next door. I smiled, I looked around to see (like me) he was trying to do this move solo. I don’t know what it is that makes us insist on trying this alone when we know it only ends in damaged furniture and walls (and more often that not a pulled muscle or two). I offered my help and he was so reluctant (as I would be) so I insisted. “I’m afraid you’ll get hurt” “I’m very strong, 5 brothers” and I proceded to step onto his couch and over it to get to the inside totally forgetting about the weight gain and that shorty can step on this couch but, at the moment NOT Lightly…NOT I say. I heard/felt a thud as I did and yelped out of embarassement and fearful of the damage I’d caused and the realization that is a sucky way to make a first impression…he shouted out, afraid I was injured and I thought man…they don’t make em like you anymore and explained I was fine but, not so sure about the well being of his couch. After several tries and several shout outs from him about the concern for my well being, the couch was in and I was completely enamored. Oh, not because of the overt concern for my well being (but, that was way cool) but, because after I set the couch down I saw it…an acoustic guitar…and then I noticed out of the corner of my eye…could it be? omg…yes…an electric guitar…a gorgeous mthr fkn sexy electric guitar. I looked right at him and said…”oh, please tell me you play”. His whole face lit up and he says (ready for this) “oh…I live for it…been playing for like 13 years” to which I heard bells ringing and a choir singing “HALLEfknLUJAH” and then…I did what I do…I jumped up and down and clapped my hands together and told him how much I loved our landlady Mary because when she told me the place was for rent I asked her to bring me a musician. One that I could really work on the music with. And she did~ Thank you Mary 🙂
Of course that was just after he said “yeah, we should play together”. I’m not a complete moron. I forgot his name but, I’ll brave it and ask when I see him again. He also offered me to come by and watch TV sometime to which I had to show him mine. I’m so proud that my TV takes up half my place. To me this is the equivalent of a girl who tells a guy she’s a huge sports fan. Well, I’m not (though I like soccer and baseball) but, I’m the next best thing…a chick who thinks there’s no such thing as too many or too big a TV and surround sound systems for everyone~ I also introduced him to Seagull and he played him just enough to make us both go “coooool” under our breath. An odd moment as he asked me about the neighbors and I pointed out he’s the most I’ve ever talked to anyone here. y’see that’s the thing with me. I’m awkward and freaked out on the inside most of the time and then every now and then I meet someone I’m completely as ease with from the get go and I have no idea how that happens.
So, today is about:
a: sweating because I’m seriously pillsbury dough girl at this point like weebles wabble but, they don’t fall down
c: tequila and fish tacos with friends
Oh and dropping off the flyersI made for my very first coffee house gig 🙂 Did I mention that? Yeah, I have no idea what I’m doing on that one but, I’m doing it dammt. My guitar teacher has done it and said not to worry. He seemed dissapointed that the crowd is small there. I was like “YAAAY, Awesome, I’ll do it then~”.
This week I’ve got Thursday sushi/open mic up in north county, the coffee house gig in SD and now here’s one I need to think through with you. Remember the songwriter’s competition…its up again on Tuesday and I asked him if we could compete again or just the once because I’d been working on the whole stage prescense thing and he said “good, see you Tuesday” But, it starts kind of early and there’s been some tension at work about my leaving early (regardless of how early I get in). So…do I risk more tension at work (and lets not forget to mention the agony of knowing its filmed and I’m really not keen on seeing my reflection these days) and hope I’ve learned enough to impress the judges or do I wait it out and go for it next month for the final round? Being comfortable on stage is important. Showing real progress is too and I’m not sure that I will have either by tomorrow. I’ll have a think on this one and get back to you…
Ok, I’m off oh wait one last bit…remember when I was bummed because attendance on the website was way down the last couple months? Well this month, right now…the number of new visitors is at a tie with the highest month last year and the number of visits alltogether are the highest by far of any month~ So, fingers crossed that sometime today a couple more new visitors arrive so I can proudly post on FB the new record tomorrow :-0
Ok…now I’m done and off to get to it. Thanks as always for listening and cheering me on~ Will post an update Friday after the sushi/open mic~