With Gusto

The Crown

"Get thee glass eyes
and like a scurvy politican, seem
To see the things thou dost not."
-King Lear (also used as an epigram to Irving Layton's "The Shattered Plinths".)

Woke up to find a box of chocolates and a mini-mickey of Crown Royal in front of my keyboard this morning. Had a bit of both for breakfast.
I drink coffee and play guitar. Guitar chops are hard to keep up, especially when finger picking comes into play. The progressions that I invented a few months ago are more slippery now then before. This is what happens: the melody develops itself in my head, I struggle to find out what it really sounds like, and once I do I need to learn what I played. When I learn it, I put it away and return to it with more difficulty. Coffee helps.

Living: The way time is measured by the growth of other people's children.

I have to kill about seven hours before I take Joy out to this thing I've planned. A surefire hit, no doubt. But before that, I dunno what to do. And I still have to plan something for after, for the "I know what."

But I don't know yet. More guitar. More coffee. Oooh. I just remembered a bit of gossip about me.

I had the spiciest moment of my life last night. I was eating pasta, as usual, when I suddenly bit into a massive snarl of habenero peppers and spicy red peppers. It took about 20 minutes for me to calm down. I breathed in the cat's face and she looked at me for a few minutes as if I had "Devil's Breath." It was as if she were amazed I had such potential. What a proud cat she was!

Posted by matty-b at February 14, 2005 11:22 AM