Post 2232
- 8 years and 93 days since I started this blog -
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Today was a day full of 'senior moments' for me.
After a day of doing pretty much nothing, I was rushing to make breakfast, when I managed to drop a plastic bag onto the hot cast-iron frying pan where I was making bacon, ruining both the bacon and the pan. I'll miss that well-seasoned, decade-old pan.
Then, when I went to select a bass to bring to the open mic I was late for, I couldn't find one of my most-used and most unique basses, the '66 Precision I had rebuilt myself.
I couldn't find it! .
I grabbed another bass, and drove to the Moondog's Lounge trying to remember the last time I'd played it, and how in the world I could lose track of something so precious. And thinking about what I would do if it had been stolen, days ago, and I hadn't noticed.
I had a pit in my stomach.
I put it out of my mind once I got to Moondog's, where friends I hadn't seen I started my winter travels took my mind away from all problems, and the playing was just as joyful as always - no room for bad thoughts.
Then I left for the open mic at Shifty's, hosted by one of the first open mic bands I ever played with in Syracuse, and where I'd promised to back some guys I'd met at an open mic the night before. About three hours had passed since the 'where's my bass' question first came up. During the half-hour drive, I was having a lot of trouble remembering the exact last time I'd had it out.
And then it clicked: Shifty's!.
At the end of the night at the open mic there last Wednesday, a bassist friend asked if he could borrow the P-bass for a gig he was doing with another of my friends, to see how the band leader would like a bass set up like mine was (I have a particular setup based (no pun) on my old-school preferences. He never expected me to agree, but I did without hesitation. Although the gig wasn't until the weekend, I told him to take the bass with him and return it to me the next week.
And then I forgot about it. I literally forgot about it, put it right out of my mind.
Sheesh! So, no problem, other than my declining short-term memory.
Meanwhile, nobody in Modafferi is talking to me. They have a bunch of gigs coming up, I'm obviously not playing them, but their ghosting me has upset me. It seems less like being expelled from a band and more like a group of friends turning against me.
On the other hand, I've been playing a lot, and getting some really positive feedback. One woman told me she'd never liked a song I did until she heard me sing it. A few musicians have complimented me, saying they've never heard me sound better.
In the moment, everything is what it is, and, I must say, to quote John Lennon, there's "nothing to get hung about".
It's alright, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Food and Diet
After a day of doing pretty much nothing, I was rushing to make breakfast, when I managed to drop a plastic bag onto the hot cast-iron frying pan where I was making bacon, ruining both the bacon and the pan. I'll miss that well-seasoned, decade-old pan.
Then, when I went to select a bass to bring to the open mic I was late for, I couldn't find one of my most-used and most unique basses, the '66 Precision I had rebuilt myself.
I couldn't find it! .
I grabbed another bass, and drove to the Moondog's Lounge trying to remember the last time I'd played it, and how in the world I could lose track of something so precious. And thinking about what I would do if it had been stolen, days ago, and I hadn't noticed.
I had a pit in my stomach.
I put it out of my mind once I got to Moondog's, where friends I hadn't seen I started my winter travels took my mind away from all problems, and the playing was just as joyful as always - no room for bad thoughts.
Then I left for the open mic at Shifty's, hosted by one of the first open mic bands I ever played with in Syracuse, and where I'd promised to back some guys I'd met at an open mic the night before. About three hours had passed since the 'where's my bass' question first came up. During the half-hour drive, I was having a lot of trouble remembering the exact last time I'd had it out.
And then it clicked: Shifty's!.
At the end of the night at the open mic there last Wednesday, a bassist friend asked if he could borrow the P-bass for a gig he was doing with another of my friends, to see how the band leader would like a bass set up like mine was (I have a particular setup based (no pun) on my old-school preferences. He never expected me to agree, but I did without hesitation. Although the gig wasn't until the weekend, I told him to take the bass with him and return it to me the next week.
And then I forgot about it. I literally forgot about it, put it right out of my mind.
Sheesh! So, no problem, other than my declining short-term memory.
Meanwhile, nobody in Modafferi is talking to me. They have a bunch of gigs coming up, I'm obviously not playing them, but their ghosting me has upset me. It seems less like being expelled from a band and more like a group of friends turning against me.
On the other hand, I've been playing a lot, and getting some really positive feedback. One woman told me she'd never liked a song I did until she heard me sing it. A few musicians have complimented me, saying they've never heard me sound better.
In the moment, everything is what it is, and, I must say, to quote John Lennon, there's "nothing to get hung about".
It's alright, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Today's Weight: 202.1 lbs.
Previous Weight (4/2/19): 202.1 lbs.
Net Loss/Gain: - 0.0 lbs.
Diet Comment
Food Log
Breakfast
6:00pm:
Lunch
10:25pm: A Quest bar and a very small slice of pizza.
Dinner
Carrots and baby cheddar.
Liquid Intake
6:00pm:
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| Cauliflower, kale, spinach, Dal Tadka (lentil curry) and two eggs. |
10:25pm: A Quest bar and a very small slice of pizza.
Dinner
Carrots and baby cheddar.
Liquid Intake
Espressos: 1; Coffee: 22 oz.; Tea: 0 oz.; Water: 80+ oz.; Two big shots of Jameson's Irish whiskey.
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