The ability to hit the snooze button is a wonderful thing. Like many of you, I kinda know when I can go back to sleep and when it is just over. You know the feeling, right? You wake up a little too early but know that there is no way in hell you are going to get back to that cozy sleep you just came from. You are fucked.
Today was not one of those days. I woke up to whining dogs about three hours ago but was able to stumble back to bed and sleep for at least two more hours. It was glorious. It was life affirming.
And it is a rare thing, these days.
I don’t remember my dreams from last night, which is odd. I usually remember some of them. Bits and pieces or a funny thing that happened. As I type now, though, I have no recollection. There is no point in searching the memory banks either. Last night was restful and I’m grateful for it.
It was an interesting evening, too.
After work, I went directly to Club Placebo to interview Robert from Killer Pussy for our documentary. The film is in the very early stages, but I feel like it is shaping into something pretty killer. After the interview, which lasted two hours, I ran to get Rhondi and we headed back for some dinner (thanks to Tony) and a sneak peek at what people will get to enjoy tonight at the Killer Pussy event.
It was great to catch up with Mark (Zany Guys, Dirt Clods) and hang with our Club Placebo crew. Lucy and the Killer Pussy crew are rounding into as fine a form as a handful of practices between six people who have never played together can achieve. I was pleasantly surprised, actually, and think people will be stoked on the set tonight.
Mark was one of the first of what I considered the “cool” older punks to be nice to me back in the day. I will always appreciate that. Just a genuinely good dude. We enjoyed having some green chili with he and Wendy, along with Wendy’s beau and her beautiful granddaughter.
There was drama, of course, too, in the evening. I just don’t understand why some people want things to be all about them. I mean, I love it when things are all about me for brief moments. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t, but I also have grown to a point in my life where I like others to have the spotlight jus as much, if not more. I think it’s good to be a cheap date.
Buddha said something similar one time, I’m sure.
Luckily, the rest of us just sort of let the drama roll off our backs and moved on with the evening. It is a privilege to be part of Club Placebo and I certainly hope I am never the source of anyone going “What the fuck was that all about?”
Anyhow, I’m excited about getting some shit done today and then having a blast tonight. I’m even going to dress up.
See you tomorrow.
I get to make music with this guy all this week.