Ahh, Tuesday

This is a "down" day for me.

Nothing really specific, but I simply feel really off. I'm feeling better, I ran this morning for the first time in about 2 weeks, so that's good. I dunno. Tired, I guess. Making it hard to be very excited about getting up from this desk for rehearsal tonight, that's for certain.

I've been really busy the last few weeks. I'm working on reading/development project called Musica Mundana with some folks about 2 nights a week, rehearsals for Plans 1-8 From Outer Space about 3 nights a week, or so, and various meetings for Stage Left. It really is becoming a bear. Thankfully, the reading goes up Monday night, and Plans opens on the 25th, that'll free things up.

I am looking forward to this weekend, as Sunday night Springsteen returns to the United Center, and he and the E-Street Band will be playing Born to Run in full. CByrd's Mom is coming in to join us at the show. My only regret is that we'll be in the rafters. We just couldn't get any closer in. The Milwaulkee show in November will make up for it, as far as CByrd and I go, as we're on the GA floor then. CByrd reminded me the other night that the first time we saw The Boss we were in the nosebleeds, as well, and still blown away. So, I won't agonize over it too much.

Otherwise...Making a bit of headway on music. I was originally intending to put together a "Wet Denim" album, try to be loud and obnoxious, but, believe it or not, the joke has worn thin on me. Plus, I was just getting very little inspiration along those lines. I've kinda taken inspiration from one of the fake album covers I put together via that little quiz/exercize thing that was going around on facebook for a while. I made a ton of them, got fairly addicted to the randomness of it.

There was one I kept coming back to. I think that's going to be what these tunes end up being.

Of course, I could change my mind at any given moment, or the inspiration could dry up. The well has been pretty damn dry for the last...good lord...three years since I unleashed Where Have All the Heroes Gone? on my friends and family. My intent was always to do a disk every year.

Well, missed that deadline, eh?

I still yearn for real people to play with. A real drummer, and not the canned beats I get from my drum machine. A bass player to play off of. A real singer instead of my croaking and off-key wailing.

I'm also actively tossing around the idea of getting rid of my 8-track digital recorder and jumping head-first into Pro Tools. I'd probably thrash around for awhile, but I have faith I'd eventually figure it out. I just don't even know what I'd do with, essentially, unlimited tracks....The mind boggles.

However, before I make that leap, I really think I ought to be getting inspiration on a regular basis.