The probability of a slam in comments is near 100% so I haven't read them. The flaw in any individual conversation is that it is not likely to include any politicians and / or bankers and / or lawyers who should all choke on a huge glob of greasy haggis.
Thor came over last night. He needs a liver transplant but can't get one. No-one calls him a whiner or a victim because we're all fucked here. Yevette has some stuff happening that's none of yer business so we talk and it's all funny. Anger comes but it doesn't last as everyone looks at the same thing.
The charges of whiner pissed me off as I have been spinning things as positively as possible rather than the other way around. The VA gave up on me. You all gave up on me. So we hang with each other in a Texas leper colony. Inside it's funny. Outside it sucks.
Yevette isn't babysitting me as she's broke as much as I am but it's on a different schedule so we can cover each other somewhat. It doesn't work that well but the other choice is going to the highway with a cardboard sign. I said I wanted mine to read FUCK EVERYBODY but Yevette did not think anyone would know what I meant.
It's a novel experience and not all that horribly terrible as the huge benefit is that I have more freedom to play than I ever did. At this stage it's a bizarre Flowers for Algernon situation as you have to know if you play this because it needs to be played or just because you're an Old Fucker. I think about that relative to tunes I've done with quite a bit of orchestration and arrangement. Is the solo stuff with loopers an actual exploration ... or just laziness. That's not neurosis, you need to be very clear on it.
(Ed: "I Love Rats" ... Algernon ... I finally see it.)
Yup (laughs).
To love a rat more than yourself says every single thing that ever needs to be said.
P.S. I think I left enough clues. I've mentioned Algernon quite a few times.
Thor came over last night. He needs a liver transplant but can't get one. No-one calls him a whiner or a victim because we're all fucked here. Yevette has some stuff happening that's none of yer business so we talk and it's all funny. Anger comes but it doesn't last as everyone looks at the same thing.
The charges of whiner pissed me off as I have been spinning things as positively as possible rather than the other way around. The VA gave up on me. You all gave up on me. So we hang with each other in a Texas leper colony. Inside it's funny. Outside it sucks.
Yevette isn't babysitting me as she's broke as much as I am but it's on a different schedule so we can cover each other somewhat. It doesn't work that well but the other choice is going to the highway with a cardboard sign. I said I wanted mine to read FUCK EVERYBODY but Yevette did not think anyone would know what I meant.
It's a novel experience and not all that horribly terrible as the huge benefit is that I have more freedom to play than I ever did. At this stage it's a bizarre Flowers for Algernon situation as you have to know if you play this because it needs to be played or just because you're an Old Fucker. I think about that relative to tunes I've done with quite a bit of orchestration and arrangement. Is the solo stuff with loopers an actual exploration ... or just laziness. That's not neurosis, you need to be very clear on it.
(Ed: "I Love Rats" ... Algernon ... I finally see it.)
Yup (laughs).
To love a rat more than yourself says every single thing that ever needs to be said.
P.S. I think I left enough clues. I've mentioned Algernon quite a few times.
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