the visegrips went missing in the chaos, but chaos is the basis of progress. they made a pilot out of me... i enjoyed flying, was good at it,it was art, but it was seasonal, and i had better things to do in the off season than sweep out the hanger... writing and recording music, inventing stuff that should have been commercial but wasnt, writing nasty letters to the newspaper which resulted in a certain amount of local infamy, painting... the worst thing i've done in my life, so far, according to me, is hauling a few years worth of paintings to the dump when i had to move.
. now, because of my disregard for ... whatever, i'm in this old folks' home, subsidized, inspections keyed to your date of moving in. .
i had to buy the keyboard, i didnt want to, i had buyer's remorse before i bought it... but being obedient to whatever governs me, i bought the keyboard and it collected dust for months.
then i hit a flat spot in the guitar playing, so i started fooling with the keyboard...
well, it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be... a day, maybe two or three days to learn a bass line? ...no sweat... but i'm thinkiing it's probably like learning languages... the first few are slow, but after that, it gets quicker.
so, a couple days into the keyboard, with an inspection looming, i have to clean my room, and it's intolerable to do that kind of work without music... so i hooked up the little computer speakers so i could listen to myself as i gathered up the garbage.
maybe my voice doesnt sound quite like what i thought it sounded like... maybe nothing sounds like what i thought it sounds like, and i found the visegrips.
it's gonna be interesting to see if the inspectors react to these songs, because the songs will be playing as the inspectors inspect.
one of the first questions i asked, when i moved in, was, "how long to do think this is gonna last?"