Wrist & Wrelaxation (Or, What Happens On Spring Break Gets Released a Few Months Later on CD and iTunes)
Well a how-dy to all y'all! I hope everyone is doing well.
Another Monday lays before us, but at least I can count on one hand the number of days until I'm on Spring Break (assuming that hand is non-disfigured). We New Londonians got a bit of a spring preview this weekend when temperatures climbed as high as 60 degrees! I used this gift from the weather gods as an opportunity to pick rocks and cigarette butts off my lawn (apparently when snow melts it leaves behind rocks and cigarette butts. Awesome.). The project is far from complete (or explainable), but hopefully I'll be able to borrow a rake from somebody and get the grass on my side of the fence to be green in no time.
This wasn't the only unpleasant surprise left by the last gasp of winter that we experienced about a week ago. While shoveling snow for three hours on Monday (my flamethrower was broken), I strained both my wrists, making it quite uncomfortable to play bass. My teacher prescribed some good old-fashioned downtime, and I'm happy to report that I'm currently about 95% of the way to recovery! It just occurred to me that I probably don't need to be typing this blog entry right now (you see what I put myself through just to make you laugh, people?).
In other Chris Reilly news, as I mentioned my Spring Break (drink!) starts this Friday, and I am significantly excited. I'll be sunning myself in balmy Somerville, MA (hey, it almost has the word "summer" in it), where the rest of the Welcome to Florida boys and I will be working on our new album (post your suggestions for album titles by pressing the comment button). We haven't put out a new CD in about two years, so I can't wait to get this project done!
Speaking of checking things off my to-do list, I used my lunch break today to finally accomplish something that I've been meaning to take care of for literally over a year (no, not getting that tribal armband tattoo removed; this baby is not going ANYWHERE!). I straightened my tie, checked my teeth, dusted off my birth certificate, scrounged together $110 (thanks instant scratch tickets), and headed down to the New London post office to apply for a US Passport. I have to say that much like my recent visits to the DMV, the service could not have been any faster or friendlier! I should have my booklet in hand within 4-6 weeks, after which I'll be able to travel the globe and sate my wanderlust (wow that came out really dirty). While that means that I won't be able to skip down to Cancun next week, I should be all set should WTF decide to play a couple gigs in Amsterdam this summer (that was a joke, but actually it's not a bad idea; I think our sound would mesh with their lifestyle nicely).
Well that's about it from my front. Make sure to spring your clocks forward if you haven't done so already!
Much love,
C-Rei