Greetings blog readers!
I guess I owe all of you an apology for depriving you of my musings for so long (as penance I will make say 10 Hail Marys and make 10 fart-related puns before sundown). As you can probably guess, I've had next to no free time lately, and even less "pretend to look busy while I blog at work" time (another casualty of this country's dangerous workaholism).
Fortunately, the postcard-quality weather that us New Londoners have been experiencing over the last few days has kept my mood at "Sunny" and safely away from "Stressing myself out to the point of balding" (if I lose this head of umber curls then we'll all know that life is truly meaningless)....
....This past weekend I had a much-needed two nights of sleeping in my own bed (no, my lovelife hasn't blossomed like spring's floral bounty, I've just been traveling a lot).
On Sunday, I got a chance to finally hit the field with my fellow young Whalers for their weekly game of kickball on a mysteriously unused local baseball field (its vacancy may have something to do with its 1:1 rusted metal:grass ratio). Despite my pre-game jitters (mostly coffee-related), I actually played a decent game, proving to be the only player among three dozen or so whose skill level was neither expert nor abecedarian (still can't believe that is a word). It was a fun afternoon despite the fact that my team did not emerge victorious, maybe because our captain was drinking a beer with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other at all times (a teammate commented that he possessed both the body and the vices of Babe Ruth).
The previous night, I played a fun gig in the building directly next to my apartment, making for possibly the easiest transportation of musical equipment ever (except maybe for every concert ever played by a flautist). We were performing for a photography opening featuring the works of current Conn students, so there were plenty of familiar faces in the crowd. I got an up-close look at many of those faces thanks to the fact that three of the more popular photos were hanging about 12 inches from my head, which I guess is an invitation for people to lean in over my bass and squint at pictures of train tracks (the squinting helps you look like you know about photography).
Other than that, I've been pretty much swamped! Upcoming time commitments include Welcome to Florida's performance at Floralia this coming Saturday (woop woop, on track to reach my goal of 10 Floralias), our show that evening at the Middle East in Boston (not the first time I've played Floralia and a gig in a different state on the same day), our continued work on the new album all day Sunday, and Jeebus McNeebus right back to work on Monday (just writing that sentence made me tired).
Fortunately, there are only a few weeks left until students leave campus for the summer, and since two of my main work responsibilities involve students, I'll have a somewhat reduced number of things on my mind in the not too distant future. Until then, I'll keep on self-medicating with plenty of takeout dinners (no time to go to the grocery store) and a 10:30 bedtime (nothing interesting ever happens at night anyway).
Toodles!
C-Rei