Hey - IKEA may soon stock solar panels.
OK, I no longer find their stores (and those HUGE catalogues they insist on mailing to me, no matter how many times I ask them not to) quite so annoying. If they’d knock off the catalogues, I may just step inside a store.
But back to what I really intended to write about today – ME and my musical state.
After I went on a self-pity rampage a couple of weeks ago, I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and make a concerted effort to find myself a band, or at least a few musicians who wouldn’t mind hanging out with me and making some music. To that end, I have been talking with two bands: A country cover band and a blues-based rock band which needs a lyricist and singer.
I met (and sang) with the country cover band last week, but am not going to pursue anything with them. They were all super-nice gentlemen, but the "country" music they like is…well, it’s everything I hate about country music. I have never in my life seen a song list so heavily weighted in favor of Brooks and Dunn. Oh and? Toby Keith. Toby-freakin'-Keith, people! You have no idea how...dirty...I felt, singing "Little Less Talk". It was like singing a passage from the Satanic bible or something.
I thought about doing it anyway, but I know it would drive me crazy to sing those lame-ass songs all the time, so I bowed out. It would have been the country equivalent to singing Britney Spears, if you get me. I'm not sure which is worse - singing crap or not singing at all. In the end, I decided I am not quite desperate enough to sing the crap.
The other band is headed up by a guy I used to work with. Thus far, he’s staying true to the musicians’ reputation of being a bit of a flake, but I’m practicing that virtue known as patience…it takes a lot of practice, for me.
In other news – I am so over Summer already. Come back fog and 70 degree weather!
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