Ahhhhhh… Sunday again.

One more time. Ahh­h­h­hh… Sun­day.

I always try and keep Sun­days free from too much eco­nom­ic activ­i­ty or social oblig­a­tion. It is a big help to my men­tal health to be able to sit at home and accom­plish per­son­al tasks, catch up on domes­tic work, prac­tice music, or just relax with a book. And now that the semes­ter has end­ed for me, I feel par­tic­u­lar­ly light in spir­it on this Decem­ber Sun­day.

I should start with yes­ter­day. Yes­ter­day morn­ing I drove to Try­on, worked for my favorite clients and made good mon­ey before going to my grandparent’s to social­ize and work on my grandfather’s new iMac. Awe­some com­put­er, real­ly fun and easy to use and work on. Then I drove home, changed into a fes­tive red and black get-up and went to MoDaddy’s to hear a band that I met last March. The Two Man Gen­tle­man Band, from New York City played two killer sets while I drank whiskey and sang all the words I knew. I love their CDs, and the guys (Andy and Fuller) are great peo­ple and very tal­ent­ed musi­cians as well as snap­py dressers (knick­ers!). I had promised them enter­tain­ment of the musi­cal vari­ety and after­wards we went to my friend Woody Pines’ house for a par­ty pop­u­lat­ed almost entire­ly by musi­cians. Woody has an awe­some old upright that has a great action for honky tonk and blues, and I sat down at it and kept it hot for near­ly 3 straight hours. Some­times I ques­tions my musi­cal abil­i­ty, but not last night. I killed it for three straight hours, with only the brief of whiskey breaks. It felt awe­some. Like most peo­ple, I have a lotof  musi­cal poten­tial; it’s nice when it breaks through the clouds once in a while. And the clouds have been break­ing more and more often late­ly.

The past two Sun­days I have tak­en myself out to the Dripo­la­tor Cof­fee­house, pur­chased the New York Times and ate a nice big brunch of huevos rancheros with my usu­al dou­ble Amer­i­cano and Emer­gen-C. I try and look my best (not always easy after a busy Sat­ur­day night) and be socia­ble with the oth­er Sun­day brunch­ers, and I always leave feel­ing like a mil­lion bucks. It’s a real­ly great way for me to begin the end of my week.

I’ve had lots of new begin­nings and mile­stones these past cou­ple months. Lost an old friend/lousy room­mate. New roo­mate Hen­ry (of the Fire­crack­er Jazz Band and Squir­rel Nut Zip­pers) is an incred­i­ble musi­cian and wants to play music all the time at the house. There is so much I have to learn from him. On Thurs­day, I fin­ished my penul­ti­mate semes­ter in my soon-to-be decade-long pur­suit of an Asso­ciates degree.  Prob­a­bly have 1 A (Music The­o­ry I) and two Bs (Lit­er­a­ture Based Research and Cul­tur­al Anthro­pol­o­gy). Not bad, but prob­a­bly not enough to bump me up to a 3.0 GPA, which I des­per­ate­ly need to keep my UNC-A hopes alive.

I’m also launch­ing a new busi­ness and slow­ly get­ting out of the in-home com­put­er biz. Not going to be a lot of long-term mon­ey in that, but I’m glad to pick up some ran­dom ser­vice as it’s usu­al­ly easy-mon­ey. My new busi­ness will hope­ful­ly launch Jan­u­ary 1. I’m real­ly excit­ed about it — I feel it’s the begin­ning of some­thing real­ly big for me.

Oh and some­body threw their shoes at Pres­i­dent Bush today in Iraq.

  1. Sor­ry I missed hear­ing you tear up the piano. Sounds like a won­der­ful week­end. Hope to hear a bit of your piano work again soon.

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