Forgive me dad, for I have probably sinned.
It has been several weeks since my last post.
I felt terrible. It took me three months to drag my lazy ass out of the wussy column and back into the moderately nonathletic. Three weeks to get feeling back into my fingers. One month of incredibly uncomfortable physical therapy. Four days of being the perfect husband in order to get my wife to love me again. Five days after that being a real shit because, lets face it, the girls don't respect the perfect husband, they want nasty.
I really hate physical therapy.
Rather fond of nasty.
Better now.
A confession is always better when said publicly. Get the humiliation out of the way. Let Nelson emit his "Ha-Ha" and have done with it.
So I'm back.
One week till the next show. I'm practicing for 45 minutes a day. Calvin practices with me. he doesn't yell so much any more when I play a song he doesn't like. He just wails away with dear old dad until his fingers hurt.
Sissy.
He will however stop me in the middle of a very emotional chorus because he dropped is pick in the sound hole and won't be consoled until I shake the hell out of the ukulele and get the pick out.
He's very particular about his picks.
He also throws balls out temper tantrums whenever he can't get his capo on.
"Man-up, dude!" I yell at him.
"Why?" he asks.
"Why why why why whywhywhwwww"
"Shhhhh" I say. And leave it at that.
But I'm back in shape. Ready to go. Feeling good. Working hard.
Come see the show.
Joshua Macrae Live
Thursday, July 9th 8:30pm
Streets of London
2200 Lake Washinton Blvd.
West Sacramento
http://www.streetsoflondon.net/
Have a good summer.
Hey, nef! Finally got around to finding your blog. Glad I did.
ReplyDeleteIf I could make a (not so) small request. Light colored text on a black background is a real pain in the brain for old eyes.
Just sayin'.
Keep up the good work, your bloggy uncle,
MattH