Musicians as Art

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What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

Imagine you had the opportunity to start a new career.
Be anything you wanted to be.
Do anything you ever dreamed.

There are only a few rules:
1) You get 20 hours a week to work at it.
2) Within 6 months you have to be earning a partial living, let's use $1,000 a month.
3) You can spend up to $500 starting your new career.

What would you do? Would you create your dream job? Would you work for yourself or someone else? Would you do anything at all or just carry on the status quo?

If I had the same opportunity what would you suggest I do?

When your brain gives out. . .

Working round the clock right now. My brain is complete mush and not the good wow-what-a-party kind of mush either. Was just about at the breaking point yesterday, staring over the edge into that mental abyss where your head says 'That's enough. You need a break so I'm shutting down.' You know, where you drive to school to pick up the kids and halfway home you start thinking did I run that stop sign earlier? Did I close the garage door when I left? Crap, did I pick up the right kids? Twenty minutes of your life is gone, not missing, no, it was never even there. Automatic motor reflexes got you through the journey while your frontal lobes lay face down in a Reynosa drainage ditch.

Following the cranial whiplash there is that awkwardly comforting realization that those are the fruit of your loins in the backseat. Reality slaps you with the sinking feeling that something is off kilter and it's best you take a long nap. Then what pray tell do I hear? What is the first coherent noise to filter through? Chris Smither. . .
"The why we'll never know, we passed that long ago. Is and was is all we're ever gonna be."
I can't be sure, but I believe fluid is building up on my spinal cord.

The Center of Attention

I want one of those old style fire alarms, the glass case with the little hammer. And inside it I want a picture of Jessie Jackson. The label on it will be
"In case of moral outrage break glass"

Recessive Packing Gene

We've rented a camper for the weekend. A nice chance to get out from behind the keyboard and spend some time outdoors with my wife and two kids. I used to go camping with one backpack, now it takes a quad-cab pickup with the bed fully loaded and a 14 utility trailer to haul all the crap for a 2 night rental. You want funding for mapping the human genome? Just promise you'll find out what it is about a Y chromosome that requires 5 pair of socks, per person, for a two day trip! Case in point, Gilligan, the Skipper and the Professor, they wore the same clothes every episode for 3 seasons. Mr. Howell was married, he had 14 smoking jackets for a three hour tour.