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12 september 2000
no time to get down Finally, a picture of me smiling at a gig ... During the third-to-last tune, it's common for me to strap on a midi controller and prance around the audience -- in this case, at the Roxy, I carved quite a spot for myself on the dance floor. The little one playing my keyboard, she asked first. It was right at the end of the song, where the whole band is jamming on one chord. I pointed to the three keys with tape on them, and told her to just hit those keys, and she did, and it sounded just fine. I put the tape on the keys to keep myself in key -- there are moments when I play the thing over my head, behind my back, and it's a bit hard to find the right notes, so I stuck a piece of duct tape on each of the "E" keys, just so I could feel my way quickly without seeing. It wound up working out great for the kids. The goatee (sp?) will be gone tomorrow night -- just as it was starting to look good. I need to be clean shaven for the next gig. Getting this thing off my face is gonna be like mowing a lawn. And yes ... I am _that_ skinny. Another reason to quit smoking. Weight gain is a good thing. Too tired to write ... or do much of anything. Between work and the band, I can hardly find a moment to myself, and when I did last night, I had another adventurous evening with Rachel, drinking sake and later partying with the staff of Benihana Marina del Rey. It was a late night for a weeknight, or maybe I'm just getting old. Three back to back meetings this morning didn't help matters much, and I'm probably asleep already without knowing it. Someday I'll find time for me. 12 september 1999: : didn't write 12 september 1998: out with the old : I don't know what to write, so I'm going to write nothing. [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
