What an exhilarating week ahead
I've got facebook invites to a gathering in Paris, one in NYC, and one in Australia -- all in the same week!! I can only say I'll do my best to attend all three! Yay!
Just kidding of course. This week is all about digging out the old demo tapes from 25 years ago and transferring them all to digital at a friend's home-studio, then start prepping to begin recording again. (Only I could "start prepping to begin" -- sounds like I'm really gonna get a lot done, doesn't it???) And then Thursday, it's off to the Brookside Motel for a night of tawdry adventure! Jay called over there yesterday to book us a room in advance. It was so funny. This is, like, a TOTALLY cheap motel, gang. You know what most people use it for, right? It is apparently owned by some sort of Pakistani-type person, who was completely thrown when Jay indicated that we wanted to book "your very best room; it's kind of a special night for us!" The owner's reply (heavy accent): "Yes, we've rums with beds."
Too funny! Sounds promising, doesn't it, gang? So we booked a room with a bed. Okay! Then JAY again (to me, this time): "He wants to know if we want smoking or non-smoking, Marilyn?"
ME (grumble grumble grumble, then blurt out in frustration): "Smoking, damn it." AAAAaaaarrrgh.
Gosh, it is that time in the spring where you go to bed at night kicking the blankets off b/c it is stifling in the bedroom. You wake up and it is fucking freezing b/c the fan is whirling away and the windows are open and it has dipped back down into the 40s. But the birds are singing like mad out there. My heart is really happy, gang. Really. Even though I am shivering so much I can hardly type! But I've got a heck of a lot of work to tackle this morning, so I'm gonna scoot. Have a great morning, wherever you are, and thanks for visiting!! See ya.
(Just to refresh your memory, this was The Brookside Motel in the 1960s):
Just kidding of course. This week is all about digging out the old demo tapes from 25 years ago and transferring them all to digital at a friend's home-studio, then start prepping to begin recording again. (Only I could "start prepping to begin" -- sounds like I'm really gonna get a lot done, doesn't it???) And then Thursday, it's off to the Brookside Motel for a night of tawdry adventure! Jay called over there yesterday to book us a room in advance. It was so funny. This is, like, a TOTALLY cheap motel, gang. You know what most people use it for, right? It is apparently owned by some sort of Pakistani-type person, who was completely thrown when Jay indicated that we wanted to book "your very best room; it's kind of a special night for us!" The owner's reply (heavy accent): "Yes, we've rums with beds."
Too funny! Sounds promising, doesn't it, gang? So we booked a room with a bed. Okay! Then JAY again (to me, this time): "He wants to know if we want smoking or non-smoking, Marilyn?"
ME (grumble grumble grumble, then blurt out in frustration): "Smoking, damn it." AAAAaaaarrrgh.
Gosh, it is that time in the spring where you go to bed at night kicking the blankets off b/c it is stifling in the bedroom. You wake up and it is fucking freezing b/c the fan is whirling away and the windows are open and it has dipped back down into the 40s. But the birds are singing like mad out there. My heart is really happy, gang. Really. Even though I am shivering so much I can hardly type! But I've got a heck of a lot of work to tackle this morning, so I'm gonna scoot. Have a great morning, wherever you are, and thanks for visiting!! See ya.
(Just to refresh your memory, this was The Brookside Motel in the 1960s):
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