Stupid busker tricks

You know, if you're going to use a battery powered amp, it probably is a good idea to carry spare batteries!

I discovered that the profound lack of interest in my playing at the Ferry Building this morning was due to a dead battery. I played for two hours anyway, as it was a nice day. Then I went inside for chai and ginger cookie from Peets and sat out on the pier listening to Don Cunningham and his clarinet. Note to self, purchase one of his CDs next time and mail it to Mom. She'd enjoy his jazzy torch songs.

So I'm home now. Gonna sit and watch a little TV and try not to obsess over just how that lozenge stencil should be laid out. There are a couple of ideas duking it out in my head and I am not taking knife to plastic until I'm sure which idea is most viable despite the fact that I wanna PAINT! Better to go slowly and make it beautiful than rush into something that's not going to work well.

Get a life

The following is a verbatim quote posted earlier today on Tribe.net. "It makes me wonder, how do mundanes live in such a dull and joyless world that has no Pennsic to be seen!? HOW!?!?!?"  (This is after he has confessed that he is making everyone around him want to kill him with his obsessive Pennsic countdowning and wall bouncing.)

First of all, see previous rant on "mundanes" and the freaking thereof.

Second of all, it makes me wonder how someone who can only get excited about two weeks out of his entire year lives such a dull,  joyless and NARROW existence.

Of course, I'm biased by the logistical necessity of having missed Pennsic by a gap of seven years and still managing to live a very full, busy life, but I'm just saying.....