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05 december 00
----- I'm shivering ... good shivers, like butterflies coursing through my veins. It's not cold; on the contrary, it's a beautiful day, unseasonably warm, so much that I took my computer out to the balcony. And I sit here now, watching Malibu go by me. There's a faint smell of sea in the air, but strongest now is from the stoves of the Point Dume Chinese Restaurant, across the street, about 70 yards away. It smells like eggrolls, deep fried, undeniably Chinese, and strangely appetizing for this particular restaurant. The wireless network works wonders. I'm in such a strange daze today, or maybe it's a haze. For the helluvit I quit drinking for a week. Then last night I went to Nobu and had two sake martinis, and they nearly floored me, and I realized I don't really enjoy drinking that much anymore. A glass of wine is nice, or a bottle shared with a loved one (yeah, dream on) ... I dunno, it seems I'm turning into some kinda whatever, losing my train of thought here, how descriptive was that, huh? The really scary thing is that I'm developing a taste for non-alcoholic malt beverages, to the point where I like them better than beer. Frightening. Tonight, Groaning Mona gets religious, as the band will learn "O Come O Come Emmanuel" for performance/recording this sunday at Malibu Presbyterian Church. We'll also be learning some additional tunes for Christmas Eve and Morning services, including "Mary Did You Know" and "Baby Jesus something-or-another." My humble request to include "Dreidel Dreidel" in the set went unheeded. ~~~ Many hours later... At three-o-clock I started seeing spots. A psychedelic light show across my normal field of vision. It meant only one thing to me: migraine headache is a-comin'. Now, an approaching migraine can take one of five forms: 1) non-existent, 2) mild, 3) average, 4) severe, or 5) please-kill-me-now. I can work through a 1 or 2, possibly a three. 4's and 5's, which hit once or twice a year, are debilitating, usually requiring a bed in a dark room and a motion sickness bag nearby. As soon as the fucked up vision hit, I took two Excedrins, despite the fact that I was feeling no pain of yet. An hour later, the headache was a 3, and I downed two Aleves or something like that, they weren't mine. At 4:30 I was curled up under my desk, eyes closed, dealing with a full blown 4. At 5:30 I was in the bathroom, praying to the porcelain, so to speak. In the car, 6:15, on my way to rehearsal, I admitted to myself that this was a full out Number Five Migraine, perhaps my worst in over two years. At that very moment the old Mercedes in front of me accellerated and spewed a noxious cloud of diesel exhaust through the vents and up my nose. I had to pull over. I picked up Wamba at 6:45, and he drove us to the studio, where I promptly crashed on a green vinyl couch in a dark back room while the rest of the band set up equipment, including mine, for the rehearsal. I emerged around 8:30, wrapped in a blanket, head pounding, and we ran through the tune, myself somehow pounding out a cacophonous mess on the Roland JV-80 soaring string patch. And it was awful. A half-hour later we were starting to get it, and maybe somebody "up there" was as well, for my headache started to disappear, suddenly, if not miraculously, as the better we played and sang the praises of The Lord, the better my head felt. I got home around 11, started thinking about work, and now the headache is back full force. I'm going downstairs for an ice pack, and praying that I'll fall asleep before I have to be at work tomorrow. Man, I really write like crap when I don't feel well.. (today's pic: Angel and IceDog in the studio, listening to her drum tracks on "Bigfoot") 05 de cember 1999: : relaunch on the 18th 05 december 1998: : didn't write 05 december 1997: water water everywhere : I decided I wasn't having a birthday. I told no-one, went out of my way to keep the whole thing secret, and then the day came and I got all depressed that no-one wished me a happy birthday. Go figure ... [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
