Day 2

Here are some things you become capable of when "going to work tomorrow" is no longer on the agneda (in no order):

-Organizing your iTunes library.

-Arranging a solo rendition of Blood on the Tracks for to fill the suddenly-vacated opening spot at Love Routine's Valentines day gig, only to get all the way to "Meet Me In The Morning" before getting the ol' "Oh sh*t - we didn't pay attention, and in not doing so, bookeWd a washed-up hillbilly instead". As if they weren't already a conglomeration of never-were, wine-spritzer drinking full-blowns, they've ensconced themselves in even more gay.
Congratulations. Hope the weather's good for your gig tomorrow night.

-Re-organizing iTunes library, which consists largely of deleting double files.

-Walking down an ice-covered country road with two pockets full of quarters, ready to trade those quarters and the space they took up in my pockets for beer. Too bad for me, the ninnies that run the Shell station out here were afraid of a little inch and a half of solid ice that the salt and sand had no effect on.
The trip, however, was totally worthwhile, as I headphone-rocked to Walt Mink's Miss Happiness. The speakers enclosed around my head, I picked up many of the "yeah!"s and "unh"s that had heretofore gone unnoticed and gave the guitar a nice white-Hendrix feel. (Sick rock guitar and drums on this record)

Begin To Hope - Regina Spektor
Miss Happiness - Walt Mink

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