Life on Venus? Hell Yes!

Is there life on Venus? You wouldn’t think so…

UNTIL NOW!!!

Well… it’s probably not life. I haven’t read the article yet, but I’ve read the author’s tweet storm where he talks it through. It’s probably just something that on Earth is biological, but elsewhere is just some goofy chemistry that we haven’t seen in these parts yet.

Still… even though this isn’t even close to evidence that there is life on another planet, I am going to choose to error on the side of massive overreaction and say, WOOOHOOO! Life on Venus, babie!

Is This a Bad Sign?

I was running around like a nut today, all kinds of busy, getting stuff done, meeting deadlines.  My mind was wandering and I really wasn’t paying attention, but when the thought, “it’s been a long day” popped into my head I had to stop and assess the situation.

I looked at my watch.  5:50am.  I had literally only been awake for 50 minutes and I was already thinking that it’s been a long day.

That is a bad sign, right?  I am in serious trouble today, for sure.

At least it’s the last day before a long weekend, and the kids are at our house for the whole thing.

Bright side, babie.  Bright side!

RPM Challenge — Day 25/28 #RPM2017

On Thursday I resigned myself to the fact that for the first time since 2011 I was not going to complete the RPM Challenge. Two days later, not only am I sure to have something to turn in for RPM, I will have 14 songs for FAWM as well.

I cut a lot of corners. The biggest one being that I don’t care if all the lyrics read the same. They are almost all written about the same thing. At best it hits the same topic from a few different angles, and at worst I probably re-used entire lines. I don’t care at all. I just want this thing done.

The second corner I cut was no harmony vocals and no doubling. Just one vocal track per song. I was kind of considering that as an option even before February started. I have felt like I keep doing the same thing over and over. Doubled vocals and two part harmonies everywhere. The decision not to do that was definitely made in an attempt to save oodles of time and energy, but it could have been more than that.

I haven’t started mixing anything yet, though I do have a few songs that are ready. I expect the mixes will be quick and dirty just like the vocals, but that is sort of fitting for this year’s pile of crap. Some of the songs are almost decent, but I am doing a really shitty job of putting it all together. I’m wondering if the troubles I’ve had are the universe’s way of telling me that this is my last RPM. Could be.

Long Weekend

After two straight foot-plus snow falls we limped into the three day President’s Day weekend. I’d wish you a happy President’s day, but the current president is a fascist and I’d rather not wish anything related to him upon anyone.

My goals for the weekend were simple. Clean the bedroom, do all the laundry, and work on RPM. Simple enough, right? I thought so too, until I walked down cellar to put that first load of laundry into the dryer and my basement was underwater. Yeah, thanks washing machine. I had to run a second load in order to figure out where the problem was. It’s not the washer or any of the hoses. It’s the pipe the outflow hose drains into. There’s a clog in there somewhere and it backed up something fierce. Calls to the plumber have been made.

So my wet vac and I rekindled our old friendship and I carried about a thousand gallons of water (give or take a few) out the cellar bulkhead. Granted, I had to shovel out the cellar bulkhead first, which just added insult to injury. My back is not thanking me at all. Clearly I wasn’t going to finish the bedroom on Saturday, and I was just too sore from all the liftin’ on Sunday. I’m working on it today, a little at a time.

I took all of our remaining laundry to a laundromat with a wash/dry/fold service. It’s way too expensive, but it makes my life a little easier today. I also get to help out a small local business, which is nice once in a while.

I did some RPM work, but not enough. I still don’t have any lyrics and I only have eight days. There are 14 songs and all the rhythm guitars are done. Vocals next… I just have to write the parts. I’m not giving up though, just in case you were wondering. Onward and upward.

I am a little disappointed in myself. Politically, I should be doing more. There was a rally in Boston yesterday demonstrating against anti-science. Now that on the surface just sounds friggin’ ridiculous… as if science, the search for truth, could ever be attacked. Well, when you live in a fascist state you have to do some weird, crazy shit. Rallying in support of science is one of them

I didn’t go. I could have. I should have. Actually, I couldn’t have. I had too many other things going on. That’s not the point. I feel like I need to do more. I need to say more. I need to speak louder and more confidently to a larger audience. I rant on twitter a bit. I get some responses from both sides, but it’s pretty impotent when you come to think of it. I don’t rant enough on Facebook. I should do more there. My wife is amazing. She lets Facebook have it with both barrels. No holding back at all on her part. I wish I had the stones to do that. She’s been my hero since the day we met and this is just another example.

I don’t know. I feel like I have to get my voice into the growing crowd of people who are fed up with the fascist bullshit. He’s only been in office one month and already the country is spiraling out of control. The President declared the media an enemy of the people? Does he know that the press is protected by the constitution? He rails against the courts. Does he know that the constitution created the courts specifically as a check against the president and the legislature? Does he even realize that the constitution exists? If he does, does he care?

I need to do more. I want to do more. I don’t know if I am physically capable of doing more, but I want to. Maybe come March I’ll start keeping a closer eye on the goings on in Boston and maybe try and add my tiny voice to the growing chorus. I have to do something. If we want this fascist nightmare to end, we all have to do something.

One month down, 47 to go.

Mood Swings

I went to the RPM Challenge website during my lunch break to check out any new blog or forum posts. There aren’t many at this point, but come February 1st, there will be a lot. I figured I’d add a blog post about how I sort of want this year’s project to sound one way, but it will probably end up as something different. I think I tapped into something unconscious. This is what I posted:


These days I am stuck in a teeter totter of mood swings that go from depressed defeatism to just roaring mad. This is the world we live in now, I guess. If it weren’t for my wife and step kids I’d probably go nuts.

Join me!

I want this year’s music to be mean and angry and complicated and anti-social and to have as little as humanly possible to do with what anyone else might want me to write or sound like. Of course I lack the talent to write music like that, so at best we’ll get noisy songs that sound kinda mad but otherwise sound like everything else I’ve ever done.

Or, I’ll go into it wanting angry and mean and anti-social and end up with quiet and moody woe-is-me stuff (with the occasional wah-wah guitar solo).

How the hell should I know what it’s going to sound like? I’m not even sure who I am anymore. I had all these preconceived notions about the world outside my door and BANG they’re all wrong.

A wise man (who played in a band called Traffic) once said, “who knows what tomorrow may bring?”

Two weeks from tomorrow. Come on February, you son of a bitch. Bring it on. Do your worst.


Okay, where the hell did that come from? I think I can guess, and I think the answer has to do with a certain American transfer of government that is scheduled to take place on Friday. That’s pretty much coloring every thought these days.

There is NO Silver Lining

The United States of America comes to an end on Friday. It might take a few years for the process of destruction to complete, but as of Friday our nation is no more.

There is no upside to this. There’s no silver lining. I don’t care which side of the ideological aisle you live on, there is nothing good about this. We’re done.

Having said that, if there was a silver lining, it would be Alec Baldwin’s appearances on Saturday Night Live. He had better clear his schedule for the next four years and make sure he can appear each and every week without exception. Here’s a link to last night’s cold open.

Flake Day

Saturdays on kid weekends are busy busy busy. They both have a whole slew of things that they need to be driven to on Saturdays, and then when all that’s done there is food shopping and errands to run. Busy as can be.

One result of the Saturday busyness is that Sundays tend to be flake days. Today is a good example. The kids have been watching the tube, although they are doing homework right now. Jen is cooking a nice dinner. Laundry is being done en mass. There’s a lot going on, but it’s all quiet stay at home sort of stuff.

I like it.

Vacation Day

I took the day off from work today to get my shit together for tomorrow night’s gig. The plan was to make a few changes to my pedal board, and then practice practice practice.

What did I actually do?

I watched a ton of Luke Cage on Netflix. Like, five or six episodes. I bought some new clothes for work (and maybe a black t-shirt for tomorrow night). I got my hair cut (finally!).

When I got home I fixed up the pedal board and played the guitar. I didn’t practice any of the songs that I needed to work on, but I did run through a bunch of exercises.

After that, I went out to dinner with my wife because she’s amazing and I am crazy in love with her.

It’s been a good day. Tomorrow’s going to be nuts. Sunday and Monday are going to be sent home with the love of my life. It’s going to be a good holiday weekend.

Friday

It’s Friday morning, just after six am. Everyone’s favorite work day. The weekend is almost here, and it’s going to be a busy one.

Kids stuff tomorrow. Karate, band, some other stuff. Errands like food shopping and unclogging a drain in the bathroom. It’s time to start raking leaves, but I think I can delay that a week. I need to buy clothes, my last good work shirt lost a fight with some spilled buffalo sauce the other day, and I need a haircut. Sunday means my band practice, the last before our next gig. There will be more errands, and I want us to be able to eat dinner together before I leave for practice.

It looks like a very busy weekend for me, but it’s the good kind of busy. It’s busy doing things with my family, mostly. That’s the kind of busy I can get behind.

Weird

I actually did the math.  Today was not the longest day of my life.  It was actually the same length as every other day.

Weird.  So why then did it feel like the longest day of my life?