And here I thought I was going to do client work today. Oh well, what the hell.
As it turned out, it was more important to get in touch with myself. Self-centered bastard that I already am, you’d think this was adequately covered, but you would be wrong. I had the house to myself from mid-morning to late afternoon and made the best of it by achieving an advanced state of zonk with my resophonic bouzouki. This altered state of consciousness is characterized by feeling so good, you just can’t stop, and who am I to argue with nature? (Except when it snows.)
The bouzouki had a little help. After two tequilas and a beer with dinner, I announced that I was “messed up enough to drive in New Mexico,” and did we want to go anywhere? My lovely wife demurred, so I went back to the bouzouki. Callie the Wonder Cat was nowhere to be seen. The instrument seems to scare her, or maybe she’s just expressing her opinion. I figure if it drives the cat away, I must be doing something right, and I played on and on…
Take a bouzouki day. This is a good way to live.
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John,
Your wrote (not promised) a while back that you would post some recordings of you playing the bouzouki. Any hope that we’ll get to hear some?
John
Yes, indeed! The new FarrFeed I’m working on will feature as much audio as I can get in here. More self-produced video, too.
Looking forward to that.