I woke up this morning with the worst throat cold ever, but I couldn’t blow off practice, so I showed up anyway.
Just my (our) luck. I have been madly, vainly, searching for a drummer to hook up with us and complete the band. So not one, or two, but three potential drummer-bandmates have asked for a vid to see if styles are copacetic, etc.
Here are the vids:
I think we are coming along nicely, since this was our third official practice together.
You can reach our FB band page Sedona.
I am sure my voice will return to full strength by the time I start the first of two nursing home charity shows on Wednesday and Thursday, the 19th and 20th.
I still have to get Karen something for her birthday on the 20th. Nothing like waiting until the last minute…
I hope that little traitorous asshole 21-year old airman in Massachusetts gets some hard time. The little nerd already looks like a girl, so I am sure he will have a very fulfilling time in prison.
It is not often you catch me rooting for the Proud Boys or whatever patriot nazi group wants to step up.
Teixeira needs to be taught a lesson; one he won’t soon forget.
Evidently, nothing is TOP SECRET anymore, so quit stamping documents and files with it.
Idiots.
How hard would it be to have a wife with muscular dystrophy and an autistic teenage son?
My bass player knows.
Paul, my new golf buddy. I keep thinking of a nickname for him, but haven’t come up with one yet.
My Manchester United Red Devils blew a two-goal lead in the final six minutes of the first leg of the Europa Cup semifinal.
At home, in Old Trafford.
They lost two of their three backs and recently found star forward Marcus Rashford injured. Manager Ten Hag is right; injuries don’t matter as a reason for not AT LEAST securing one of the top four spots in the final Premier League Table at season’s end.
I don’t care; they are Manchester United’ they BETTER earn top four, not to mention, they could pick up a second piece of silverware if the go on to defeat Sevilla, who are suddenly, inexplicably, playing way above their abilities.
We shall see.
We start with in-danger-of-being-relegated Nottingham Forest tomorrow. Even with injuries, we better not miss the opportunity to build points and keep ascending, or at least, holding place in the table.
Time for everyone to take a breath.
A deep one.
Let it out very slowly…
When you call it a day and head for the bedroom, sleep deeply and untroubled.
When you wake up in the morning, go through your morning routine, have a cup of coffee, and do the very best you can.
Every single day.
It’s all any of us can do.
There will be a day, a moment if you will, that it will all be crystalline.
It will make sense.
Or you could die from an automatic rifle.
Stay well.
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