soobiebear | Mar. 23rd, 2008

William has seriously pissed me off. He debased and derided my entire being for about ten minutes while I drove his drunk arse home from the bar last night. He's no idea what he said or did, but he knows I'm fucking furious. Let him stew on it. Who does it hurt to know what Zeff drank last night, or what jacket Steve Howe wears for his gigs? No one. The music and the musicians are intertwined. What happens to the writer or player comes out in their work. Yes, I can be obsessive and knowledge thirsty, but it helps on the road to know if someone prefers tea over coffee. To know that Paul McCartney, when he specifies 'fresh flowers' in the green room, he means Freesia. Riders can only tell you so much, the rest you have to learn the old fashioned way. It's not all voltometers and rigging points and flight times. It helps to know that the last time I saw Kim Simmonds I reminded him that Paul Raymond's Japan ban was nearing it's end. To know who's on what label and who has I-9's completed. So I have a lot of fucking useless knowledge in my head. I refer to some people by names the public doesn't call them. Sorry. He knew what I did before he hooked up with me. Now that I'm getting back to it after being held down for so long it's a bit late to suddenly voice a negative opinion.

Anyway, I'm a wee bit miffed. Not that it matters in the end. My opinion matters very little with some people. I even got him comps for the Asia show I'm working. You think he'd appreciate meeting John Wetton after he nearly died. No. Lots of new pretty guitars? Not enough, eh? He doesn't know where that Yamaha 1608 came from, nor the 1275. I'm thinking of telling the guy not to send the Rocktron Banshee box. He won't appreciate it. Birthday or not I'm starting to think he's just using me and hating me for it all at the same time.

Enough of that. I have to work on the negative energy thing. Lets take off On Through the Night and put something a bit mellower on. Mary Travers. Calmer now. Peter Noone. Eh, skip. Ah, here we go. A Rik Emmitt jazz/classical album. 'Handiwork' is great, very soothing. Should light some incense and meditate for a bit, but I wouldn't find my focus right now.

What else? Have been loaded up with cake from mum. Went over there for Easter supper. Totally forgot it was Easter today. Had planned to get up early and get out of the house, do some shopping and get away from William and then the radio said it was Easter Sunday and I knew nothing would be open. Crawled back in bed for three hours and just laid there being all mad and depressed. But now have chocolate cake. And sugar cookies. Had fun mixing the dough and beating it out with a rolling pin. Should have made bread, but was out of yeast. Kneading dough is great for getting out those homicidal emotions.

Also managed to sort of trim up the dog a bit. The clippers I have not are shite. Needs new blades. That's what else I was going to do, check on the Advantage flea stuff on the web. See if I can get it someplace cheaper than at the vet's office.

What would really make me happy right now? A Hasselblad camera. Been looking to upgrade my Olympus with something that can handle a faster ASA. A big hot fudge sundae. The type I get at Friendly's - with maple walnut and pistachio ice cream. A massage. 24 hours of being mad has put a giant crimp in my back. More beer, this one seems to be empty again. Some pictures of pretty men. The Joe-Spam post by