The hits just keep coming.

Eric Clapton is losing the ability to play the gitter. I actually knew this. There was an article in Rolling Stone (on the website at least) where he was discussing his new record and he mentioned a nerve issue that was making things difficult. The reporter was either a clueless moron and failed to pose a follow up question like say, what nerve issue? Or, he was a disturbingly awful writer who left out the nerve discussion. Or, his editor is a shit head.

Regardless, there’s a story out now where Clapton goes into a tiny amount of detail. I have no idea what peripheral neuropathy is, but if it takes away Clapton’s ability to play the blues then it’s the worst thing ever. Just please Ricky, don’t go doing what Keith Emerson did. Please.

Picking up one of the kids from a school function.  Just sitting in the car, bored.  What do I do to pass the time?  Play with Hipstamatic, of course!

I think I just took next year’s RPM cover.

It was sunny out.

It was also drizzling out.

You know what that means?

Right, a skittles commercial!

What should I do?

Should I take this guy to rehearsal and see if it’s gig worthy?  I bought it with the intention of keeping it at home, but now I don’t know what to do.

And what do I do with this guy?  I want to play it at the gig, but there are aspects of it that are somewhat unreliable.  It needs maintenance, but who do I bring it to?  Who should I trust?

Pre-gig jitters and second guessing going on all over the damn place.

If you love Gibson Les Pauls as much as I do, you will enjoy this video. It’s really long, but worth a view.

This song has been stuck in my head for a couple of days now.

The new update to the camera+ app lets you take long exposures with a low enough ISO setting that lets you work in the light!  It’s a miracle!  No neutral density filter required!

Yesterday, the last time I looked, the big bird feeder was still on the ground and it still had some seeds left in it. This morning I looked out the window and the big bird feeder was gone. Something dragged it off. At least to a place that I can’t see from my bedroom. There are also ten (10) squirrels out there picking through the wreckage. After two days I can’t imagine there is anything left, but there they are being assholes and everything.

I should get the lawn mower out.