I was much later getting started than I like to be but I did pull off a car music this morning. I put vocals on five songs. I now have songs that are ready for some guitar tracks. Maybe we’ll pick some of those off today too. This might be a good day, I think.
Pictures… not iPhone, but Z5. I took my camera with me. Two days in a row I took it outside. Nice.
Lyrics. Lots of lyrics. Melodies too. Five songs in total. Enough to justify a car music trip to start day 32… assuming I can get my shit together here. I overslept a little and I have a few things to do before I sing in the car.
Get to it, Robert.
I didn’t play guitar today, but I did set myself up for a nice vocal session in the car tomorrow morning. Assuming I don’t massively oversleep, which is starting to seem more and more likely.
Car music, kids! Let’s do this! After I sleep, of course. I’m totally exhausted.
Yeah, this is my iPhone. What can you do, right?
I took my Nikon outside today. How rare is that?
I only took one photo, and it’s the same photo I take every time I go to the sugar free bakery in Salem, NH. I just took it with my Nikon instead of my iPhone.
I was just playing a game of Space Invaders on an Atari 2600 emulator I found online. I had a pretty good game.
Then I thought of that one episode of Futurama where the aliens from planet Omicron Persei 8 invade and Fry defends the Earth armed with his bottle of Shasta and his all Rush mix tape.
So I put on the Moving Pictures album to see if listening to Rush would improve my game. While it did improve my mood and my general sense of mental well being (that album RULES), it did not improve my game. Not even a little bit.
I guess the bottle of Shasta is the missing link. Either that or Futurama was wrong, and we all now Futurama is never wrong.
Day 30 wasn’t terribly active but I wasn’t shut out. I added one new song idea. Just a couple of bass riffs.
That’s it.
The weekend is here now, so hopefully I’ll have more to report for the next couple of days.
I successfully acquired a pair of scissors. I was going to take a picture and post it here but I forgot to and I left them in the car when I got home so… Yeah.
Mission accomplished.
Once every three days or so I go to my father’s to help him out with a little issue. Nothing major, and I am not going to share details. Suffice to say that the visits require me to bring scissors. You don’t need to know why, but they do.
I am going over to his place on the way home from work today. It’s been on the books all week. I’ve known about it for days and days.
When I left the house this morning I forgot to bring scissors.
You absent minded doofus.
Moron.
There is a drug store right near his place. I will stop and get a pair. That’s not the point though. The point is that I am an idiot.
Q.E.D.
