"YOU SHALL NOT BE BORED!"Today, boredom has found me.
I'm slightly punch-drunk from a very late night of playing music to spun-out top spinners. Unconscious to the living world, save for the pursuit of the next beer-shot-bump cocktail, the half eyed visor brigade cavorts rhythmically to the organ jazz-funk of Jimmy Smith's Root Down. I open my eyes following a 2 bar drum fill, punctuated by the short burst of high frequency sound wave explosion of wood meeting a 16 inch crafted alloy disc. At this moment, I understand the power I have over a buffet of sweaty elbows, knees and asses. Should I push the tempo? Should I modify the dynamics? Where is the rest of the band at? Did I build the keyboard solo too much? Did I leave room for the guitar to send it to the next-next-next level?
I approach the line of the unconscious, but I'm never quite able to attain the existential like quality of Csikszentmihalyi's notion of "Flow" . The relentless energy of the dancing crowd is absorbed by the band and immediately manifests itself in a crescendo of harmonious interplay between guitar, bass, keys and drums...
I wish I could tell you that the scenario I've just described resulted in a frenzied mob of humans clamoring for more! louder! longer! I can't -- It's simply not the case, until, of course we are actually done playing for the evening. That is when the chants of "One More Song!" and my recent favorite, "More Cowbell!" seem to slur their way through the air, followed shortly by the always annoying, "BAR'S CLOSED - EVERYONE OUT!" Now, I am generally afforded the privilege of staying after hours and enjoying an illicit nightcap but I think it's a less than civil way to get the attention of the bleary eyed patrons to tell them the night, unfortunately, is over.
The exercise in prose has temporarily cured me of the boredom, an affliction to which I'm rarely bothered by. As a child, I was simply not allowed to be bored -- or to even mutter the "B word." I am always filling my days and nights with activity, frequently not involving watching television or helping old people. Though, today was difficult as I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, restless and racing. I stumbled out of bed to discover another beautiful summer day in the Colorado mountains. I started a pot of coffee and rummaged through the fridge for a proper Sunday morning breakfast of left-over grilled squash, zucchini, spinach and onion and combined that with a remarkably well prepared 2 egg omelet, shredded chedda (didn't have feta) and topped it with a chiffonade of garden-fresh basil.
Today, I will practice! Today, I will exercise! Today, I will not help old people! Today, I will better the my existence on the planet and the existence of others -- except old people. I scarfed down the eggs, pounded the coffee, ripped off my shirt and screamed for all the villagers to hear
"I'm tired"
What a freakin waste of a beautifimous day in the "Land Of Milk and Honey." Hell, I didn't even have the stamina to pony up the the bar that is WALKING DISTANCE FROM MY HOUSE! I picked up the acoustic guitar and plucked a few chords. I checked my email and facespace 37 and 24 times respectively. I sat. I stared at the ceiling and the aforementioned Aspen trees. I ate, in sequence of events, (eggs), peanut butter and jelly, of which I burnt 4 pieces of bread in the process -- white rice with soy sauce, pretzels dipped in peanut butter, a blend of Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips and Sanita's (only $2) white corn tortilla chips. I dipped a few in roasted red pepper hummus. I drank two and a half 8oz glasses of a 2 liter bottle of Coke I bought for a recent camping trip**. For dinner, I had grilled cheese and half a plus-sized bottle of yellowtail shiraz. I'm providing this pertinent information because anybody still reading at this point certainly has less going on in life than I do. Suckas!
From The Drummers Chair brought to you by: Sun Chips, Sanita's, Coca-Cola and Yellowtail.
If you've been keeping up on the blog... ha... HA HA HA HA HA! then you've been privy to my plans to take over the world. Remiss of what I have previously composed today, I have remained on track to fulfill all of the goals that I stated, with slight modification. I think that I'll bypass the cruise ship to stick around my beloved state so I may enjoy the wrath of Ullr for another season.
On that note, I bid you adieu. Soon to follow, long over-due pictures from New Orleans. And scroll down for more pictures that I took that will make you jealous.
On that note, I bid you adieu. Soon to follow, long over-due pictures from New Orleans. And scroll down for more pictures that I took that will make you jealous.
**Summer Solstice Camping Trip 2011
Outside of Leadville, CO
SUCKAS!
Outside of Leadville, CO
SUCKAS!
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