Rocket Boyz / Jeet

It's 9am and I'm awake after a full night of partying. The sun is shining. Bob's snoring. All is good.

It was actually pretty fun last night. The venue was shite - a structural column was in the middle of the stage and the stage barely held the riser. Zero space for anything, and to top it off one of the house lights came loose from the ceiling and had to be repaired. Usually we get to the gigs about 6 for in and check, and the venue didn't even open the doors until 8. Professionally I have issues with that.

But anyway, Frank's voice is much improved although you can hear some of the bug is still hanging on. Greg was out of tune. :( Was better than last week's gig but still massive room for improvement. What I liked was that there is a dance club upstairs that was populated by 'youths' of various ethnic backgrounds, and a lot of the African community came down and started listening to the band instead of the club/house shite that was upstairs.

Lots of photos to come, but the camera batteries are drained and they're being recharged.

Second issue is the dream I had last night. Very strange, like it wasn't even my own dream. Me and William were at a Chinese resturant. A *real* Chinese restaurant, where they don't serve us round eyes. Have never been there before either, didn't recognize the room and never got to see anything outside of it. So we're sitting and ordering and eating (William doesn't care for Chinese and would never go to a restaurant to eat that kind of faire). For whatever reason, I get up and track down an older man working there. "Sir, my husband would like to speak with you." I don't know why I remember phrasing it that way. It's odd and if William wanted something he'd just ask when he brought our food out. So William and the old man get talking, but I can't hear any of it. I can sense it's deeply spiritual and/or meaningful, but it doesn't involve me. The next thing I remember is waking up and wanting to find a jeet instructor for William.

I have found a (rare!) Jeet instructor in DeWitt. Will call on Monday and see how much it is for lessons. William seems to remember a good portion of what he used to know, even if he's not as fast and flexable as he used to be. Kicking Burritt's arse that one time showed how it's all just instinct for him it got that hard wired in his system. I think the Jeet will do better for his rehab than any amount of PT or awua therapy they schedule him for. Get his head back in the right place as well. Too bad it's down in DeWitt. I think, with the proper push, he'd do it. Would love to see William get his head back and get out of the depressive funk he's been in since the back injury.

Photos, as promised

Pics from last night, crossposted to MySpace. Unfortunately, the masses all seem to be on MySpace as the average intelligence requirement is a bit lower. The band did make mention that they saw my photos, which frankly is amazing. The small gigs I don't even bother to announce that I'm putting photos up. It's just a personal thing and there's no money made. Which is why I was happy when Mr. Law took his images and used them. The 'bigger' shows I either have permission, or as in the case of Genesis, I was only one out of a thousand or so who snuck a camera in so I'm not too worried about posting those. If Tony Banks wants to sue me, he can be my guest.

Figured I'd put it up as a slideshow to save on the html. Electrons are a horrible thing to waste.

Odd how the Slideshow Java script doesn't seem to work in LJ. Maybe I will end up putting it all behind a cut. :(

( Rocket Boyz photos (image heavy) )

Hospitals and Death

So, where to start? After a horribly hormonal day I find out that Noreen's in the hospital. They thought it was appendicitis, but now they're saying it's not and they don't know what's wrong with her. More tests on Monday. At least it shouldn't be fatal.

Unlike Jeff Healey. He died today. Shame too, he was a really good person and musician. Very underrated as a player. Paul had a few of his CD's that he'd put on in the back lounge and zone out to. He was actually planning a new CD release in April - going back to the blues. He was supposed to play at Centrepoint in Ottawa yesterday with the Jazz Wizards, so when he canceled I kinda knew something was really wrong. May he be at peace finally.

With all these nice thoughts floating around I've been kind of morbid today. There's a recurring dream I've been having that I'm not willing to share yet that's not added to the situation any. No, it's not the Chinese Restaurant dream so don't worry about that one. Not quite sure what to make of it yet either, except that it's either very comforting or extremely disconcerting and I've yet to figure out which one. It's like looking into the eyes of God, if there is such an entity. Things are ... weird, is all I can say I guess. I don't know. Time isn't as linear as everyone thinks in this life. My head's been wrapping around that concept since he started visiting me. I should prolly just leave it before people start thinking I really am cracked.