Some Stuff I Thought: Never look a gift box in the wrapper...

Let’s start things off with a little absurdity. My wife receives a present from her friend in the mail. A nice gift card from Bath and Body works: Definitely something very nice and useful that she likes. A few days later, she receives a bigger box, (picture to come soon because I will be posting this!) this box is approximately 2 feet long by 10 inches deep and 6 to 10 inches thick. It’s very light as well. She opens it up and guess what’s inside? Another box: A gift box. A long flat gift box sealed in plastic with Bath and Body Works on it.

So being the thoughtful person her friend was she selected a gift box for her gift card to come in and create a nice presentation of the gift. However, the wise folks at B&BW grabbed a large gift box and sent it separately, paying extra shipping and in a box way larger than needed and even with protective wrapping inside. Wow…****SHORT DIATRIBE AND RANT WARNING*******

Our toys have really damaged our kid’s intelligence and thought processing skills. We need to smash all the computer toys and games that do stuff for them and give them Hotwheels, dolls and board games. Another rant is posted somewhere here relating to that so I won’t go off on that tangent. I will say however, this week has presented itself with a plethora, a veritable cornucopia of reasons that lead me to the upbringing of our spawn. Give it to me now, give it the way I want it because I matter more than you and I don’t care about the impact to anyone else. WRONG THOUGHT PROCESS!

So I am singing in the truck with my mp3 player and really getting my voice back finally. I am loving the music I am creating on my acoustic. I now need to get back into the habit of writing and trying to record. My Xmas list will have some recording elements to it so I can begin that hobby/process again. There is nothing like going to a bar and playing music you have written and see people concentrating on the words trying to hear the story. And with me its so much more enjoyable because most people think songs are born from experience. Some are, but mine are just how the words fell on the page and how they fit the music. Sure I have a few that have significance to them but for the most part, they are just songs.

When I let some colleagues hear a couple of songs I had, both are blues rock type songs and have a strong element of being bitter towards a woman. The feed back I got from most women who heard it was “Man I’d hate to be her!” Now its not bad and I didn’t wish ill will on anybody or write about hurting anyone but I did detail the anger and hurt felt from their actions.

I told my wife a week or so a go I had about 10 songs that I think would fit specific artists and after reviewing the lyrics and music I knocked that down to about four and a possible fifth if I worked on it some more: That’s an avenue I have thought about pursuing: selling some music to some current artists. I like performing and I think I am still young enough in talent that I could survive a music career for 3 to 5 years but I really like playing small places and writing songs. Knowing I have material that someone else would be happy to pay me for and perform even if they had to alter it a bit is still very rewarding and satisfying. We’ll see.

I still have an idea for a kennel so I can work with animals on every level. I may begin investigating the business plan for that and developing a structure to approach it some how. Especially if I chose to buy some property soon it would be great to develop the business while I have another job. Growing the kennel in stages saving funds and developing partnerships with vets and ASPCA shelters and such. I would really like to do that full time eventually.

So there ya go. Random thoughts of crap as I break from work and process other things through the channels of this industry.

Today is my mother’s birthday. I miss you mom. Listening to “Purple Rain” (Prince), “Comfortably Numb” (Pink Floyd), and “Someday After While” (Eric Clapton) right now and thinking of you.

In case you don’t know about the significance of these songs I’ll give a short reason here. There are quite a few posts with more detail around them earlier on in this blog.

Purple Rain – Played at her funeral by her request. People didn’t want it played but damn it, it’s my momma’s funeral and she never got what she wanted in life she is damn sure gonna get what she wants now! Plus it is her way of saying hello to me every now and then and letting me know she is still there.

Comfortably Numb – When I began playing guitar around 12 she told me when I can play all of Comfortably Numb exactly the way it is, she would consider me a good guitarist. I worked hard at that and could do it by wrote before I was 18. So she at least got to hear me do that.

Someday After While – This one I just think of her when I play and hear it. Reminds me a lot about the way she lived her life and how she looked forward to the future no matter what overshadowed her life.