Another day

Have you visited The Justin Fund website?  I’ve been trying to sell tickets for the April 1st fund raiser.  Justin’s grandmother dropped off 10 tickets on Sunday and before I knew it my father had sold them all.  Justin’s grandmother dropped off 10 more on Monday and I had already taken orders for them all and I was still coming up short.  So, last night I drove up to the great, dark, wilderness that it Litchfield, NH and paid the family a visit.

Fortunately for me Justin was asleep when I got there.  I don’t know how I would have handled it if he hadn’t been.  I really don’t know him at all.  I think the extent of my interacting with him was a couple of , hi-how-are-yous.  I tend to be a little uncomfortable around kids, but not any more or less than the average adult who doesn’t have kids.  The problem is usually the other way around… kids look at me and they see this gigantic sasquatch looking freak of a man and they run and hide.  Actually, it’s the same reaction most women have, but women are usually more subtle about running away.

Anyway, go to the website.  Check out the fundraisers.  There’s a new one posted for April 9th.  It’s a concert put on by the folks at lowellrocks.com.

Change of subject:

I’m going to make an ass of myself on Saturday.  I’m sitting in with a new band and I’m ridiculously rusty.  I’ve been playing a bit over the last two weeks or so, nothing constructive just noodling and playing scales, trying to build up some calluses on my finger tips… no dice.  I’m going to show up Saturday barely knowing any of their songs, play for 10 minutes and then develop blisters so big you could land helicopters on them.  I haven’t even plugged in my amp since October.  My fingers are burning and my playing is terrible… ah the hell with it.  Who cares.  It’s not like I’m trying out to be Jeff Beck’s replacement in the Jeff Beck Group or anything.  It’s just a couple of guys trying to start a band.  I’ve got nothing to lose.

What, me worry?