One last evening without my family, but at least I’m home. Since returning from that hellish tropical paradise yesterday morning, I have done the following:
- Slept three hours.
- Played with my children at my in-laws’. Slept on the couch with them. Went to church, lunch, and back to that couch. Then left them with their grandparents for another night.
- Read John Scalzi‘s Redshirts. Outstanding. Probably more to say later.
- Read Grant Cunningham‘s Gun Digest Book of the Revolver. Also outstanding. More to say later. [Update: Said it.]
- Played on my Ashbory bass, poorly, which I purchased about 12 hours before leaving two weeks ago. Of course, one of the strings snapped while I was gone, but I was able to tie new knots and rescue the string. I think it had not been played in a very long time…
- Played on my new Axl SRO Badwater guitar. Poorly. Much more poorly. I have been playing bass guitar for a while, so I had something to go on with the Ashbory. Guitar? Not so much.
- Unpacked from the trip.
- Watched my new Stevie Ray Vaughan live DVD. (Well, had it going in the background while I unpacked.)
- Ate some dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets
- Changed the theme on this blog
Why do I own so many musical instruments that I play poorly? (Why don’t you just shut the hell up?) Truthfully, I’m not entirely certain. I have an acoustic six-string, another (conventional) electric bass guitar on loan from a buddy, another electric bass guitar (non-functional at the moment), and a silver-plated valve trombone that dates from the end of the Great War. With the exception of the Ashbory, I didn’t set out to acquire any of these intentionally. I have some minimal level of proficiency with the basses; I’m hopeless on the guitar, and haven’t played any valved instrument in over a decade now.
Anyway, I’m tired and I have to go back to work tomorrow and submit a $3000 travel voucher. So I leave you with SRV.