So this was a creative weekend but, not necessarily musically. Friday, I helped Nat (along with a few others) move into her newer, cooler, closer to the water place. It is the perfect place for her and I’m so gonna go over there and take some pics so you can see the little characteristics that make it so cool. The one that sticks out the most is the old fashioned ice crusher attached to the cabinet over the kitchen. We had an identical one growing up only ours was turquoise instead of yellow. Even the colors give away their timeline. I just thought it was sooo cool. And the place had such a creative vibe to it. Being a painter (and a talented one at that), I was glad to see she was surrounding herself with an environment that would encourage her to get out the brushes.
Before I knew it, it was time to hit the road to L.A. This was the weekend LA Galaxy was playing Portland, Oregon team and get this…my main job was to get photos of any Portland player next to Beckham…hooohummmm what a tough life I have…of course that said, my brain didn’t make it easy…I tried to use an outdated laptop while mine is out for repairs and it was like swimming in molasses…maddening…then the camera kept jamming up and refusing to shoot until I re-booted and re-seated the lens (which happened about every 30 minutes) and even then, 90% of the photos turned out too blurry to use and then…part way up to LA I realized “OH SHT SHT SHT” that I forgot my press pass badge that hangs around my neck so luckily the guyz were able to call it in and get me a slap on badge that later fell off and nearly got me kicked off the field and definitely treated like I was some psycho stalker…arg. After all that got sorted then I was told “you’re our photographer of the year” which I thought was sweet until he mentioned I had the bib on inside out. “The blue is supposed to be on the outside” he informs me with more than a hint of sarcasm. Ohhhh you don’t know how badly I wanted to pull the “C” card but, I didn’t. I just wanted to wipe his smug face into it. Especially later when he came up (this time dripping with sarcasm) ‘Taking some great pics are we?”. I looked around to see that everyone but me had massive giant cameras with massive telephoto lenses and nearly said “unlike with men, when it come to a camera, size really doesn’t matter” but, again…I held my tongue I did. When I got home I took Steven’s advice and found some old thumb drives and all my press passes and put them in the camera bag. Hopefully I’ll keep out of trouble at the next one. I was surprised to see I got about ten good ones. I’m still just itching to get a longer lens with a faster shutter but, all the advisers out there keep recommending stuff my pocketbook just laughs at until…my friend Deb came down from Seattle for a visit on Tuesday and wanted to go camera shopping…I talked her into buying the newest version of mine which was a package deal (which her husband is yet to know about so shhhh) that came with a very cool telephoto lens very similar to what i want only waaaaaay cheaper. We tested it out Wed morning and damn…pretty impressive. I think it might just work and I’m so going to get one before the next game on June 1st :-).
In the meantime….music…yes.. Monday night at the last minute I decided to go to open mic at Hensleys and posted a msg out to my friends just before I left and was really surprised to see that 3 of em made it out :). I was so psyched to see them that I forgot to sign up so one performer after another and then it kicked in and barely in time. They were fading and looking like they were ready to go so I asked a favor of Jeremy and he slipped me in. I think I did horribly. I wasn’t too nervous but, I babbled and that buddah belly was blocking the airway so, a couple times I felt like I sounded winded. Brad challenged me to try playing standing up next time. I accepted. I was practicing it today when I realized “Sht, it’s Thursday. I was supposed to blog yesterday!”. So, I’ll get back to it as soon as I’m done with this update and…speaking of that…Brad also suggested I ask Pauly to join in. He’s the savant that can pick up any stringed instrument and play it like he’s done for years. I love the sound of the fiddle (he also plays banjo which is cool) so between then and now I got ahold of them both and we’re gonna play at the open mic on May 9th and get in a jam session before then. How cool is that?? Hopefully, we’ll get a good clip of that to share with you. I also contacted Tim today and sent him a list of cover’s I’d like to do and invited him to meet up and practice some songs together.
Tonite…I’ll heading back down to Pacific Beach for open mic (where I will try out the whole standing while playing thing) and before that, meeting up with some old workmates (that are now such good friends there seems no point in referencing how we met). So, I’m meeting up with my friends Scott, Tom n Jen tonite :). That place is I think my favorite so far. Just sucha great vibe and great group of people. I feel far more comfortable around them.
I was supposed to go up to long beach this weekend for a special open mic but, we’re gonna move it to next month because the Trooper is sputtering and no one wants to let me drive anywhere but, to the corner store in it (good god these ppl are mighty protective of my full grown self. I’m not sayin their wrong…I’m just sayin…).
Oh and the best part of the update…Ana (I’ve mentioned her before…great singer) asked me to play the Uke at her wedding this summer :-). She’s from Hawaii, I lived there and so I totally get what she’s hoping for and I’m going to do my damnedest to deliver it. I sent a note off to Moppet to see if he could swing it too since its on the beach, no mics and so the more Uke’s the better…This…is when it all means the most to me. 3 years ago if you had asked me “can you picture yourself playing the Ukulele at someone’s wedding or playing and singing an original song at someone’s wedding I would’ve laughed as my heart raced at the terror of the thought of how I would bungle it and never have the guts to even attempt it. I am living proof and I want to be that it’s never too late to change direction…to pick up a dream where you left off even if it’s decades old. Maybe you always dreamed of being a ballerina and you’re hair is gray. Ok, so you may not make it to the Met but, you can go to that studio, give it your all and dance at your recital on a stage. It is crazy when you stop to think on it. How we are our own worst enemy 90% of the times that we’re not getting what we want out of life. I’m still incredibly imperfect and always will be. But, I’m reaching for a better version of me and the reaching itself (ok, yeah…as you may be able to tell I’m fresh from a session with my oh so gorgeously charming Nordic god of a personal trainer ((who by the way think Margaritas are a good thing which makes me think he’s all the cooler~)) so I’m a bit life through rose colored glasses but, why the hell not? I paid good money for this high dammit and I’m gonna enjoy every second of it~ ;)…where the fk was I…oh right…the reaching itself is sometimes the best part.
Ok, enough babble. On to lunch then practice then on to another open mic (and possibly some laundry inbetween)~
Thanks as always for listening and sticking around. Wish me luck tonite~
Oh, and “restless spirit” does NOT mean Bi-polar or Disloyal. It just means there’s a need for near constant ebb n flow. Why, I know many restless spirits who live contentedly within the confines of normality (I’m just not one of em).