For the first time since 2007, I'm in a band again. Joseph, Alberto and I. We are Uncle Deadly. I mostly play the keys which has me wicked excited. I haven't played this much keyboards in years and years. So much of it is still there. During our first practice, I was whipping out great licks. Tonight I was a little too tired to play at my best, but did teach the boys an old song of mine called "Similar But Not The Same." We're totally reworking it to give it a little more life and a little less...well, death. I'm surprised they took a liking to it. I know it will be even better once we're done on it.
Two other points. One, I saw Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears at the Middle East on Sunday. I swear to God, I wish I could live there. He played the blues with such a hard edge. Being part of "Booty City," "Sugarfoot," and a cover of "Louie, Louie" live was worth the price of admission and THEN SOME. Got to talk to him after the show too a/k/a shake his hand and say he's a cool guy to a "enthusiastic" reply of "Thanks, man." Whatevs. He's Black Joe and I'm just another tax-paying citizen of Booty City.
I bought three more albums. The Sun Sessions by Elvis Presley, Psalms for Ticklebag by Reality Challenged, Touch Me There by L. Shankar (produced by FZ), and The Man from Utopia by FZ. The last one brings my FZ count to 21 with 27 remaining. They are all good (and bizarre) records and will probably get a proper review at some point in time.
I've been having a strange week. It's not the same feeling of dread. It's like a mental growth spurt I suppose. Maybe I'm preparing myself to return to the Cape. I was originally thinking it was going to be this weekend, but with the crummy weather and a hopeful shoot, I may stay around here. The people grew sad...or corn. Depending on their want.
Back to my song, the two best lines I feel are "I'm sick of being a stranger sleeping in a stranger's bed" and "Love is the only reason I came." Well done, High School Kane. Well done.
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