Monday, April 12, 2010

A Case of the Mondays

That weekend passed more quickly than ever. I'm not sure exactly why I feel like it was over with such speed, but I'm going to guess it was because I decided to watch multiple Cubs games. Saturday's game was a scrappy win (read as "ugly") against the the Reds, and Sunday's game was a choke job and a half. When Tom Gorzelanny gives you six solid innings, you damn well better win that game. I'm sure the dominance of Mike Leake in his major league debut is just too much for the veteran Cubs hitters to handle (and his debut was impressive, to be sure.) Regardless, once the games were over, I just tried to pretend those hours didn't happen which lead to 6-7 hours removed from the weekend.

The highlight of the weekend was definitely the show at the Boxing Donkey in Roseville. That place rules. It seems to get better and better. The crowd is always solid (friendly and big on participation) and the staff there treats me really well. Most places I play on a regular basis treat me well, but the Donkey folks really do go out of their way to make sure I'm taken care of which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

There were about 18,000 birthdays being celebrated which set the table for an easy night. The crowd was primed to want to have a good time. I was like a solid hitter up with the bases loaded and one out- easy RBI opportunities (well, this wouldn't be the case if I were on the Cubs, but currently I'm not, so let's roll with the metaphor.) It also helped that I was able to field most of the requests that were thrown at me. Some nights I will only know 1 in 20 songs and that makes me feel like crap (though, come on people- did you really expect me to know some random b-side off of some crappy band's only single in the 80's?) Saturday night I was closer to the 70% clip which makes me feel pretty damn smart. Like a human jukebox.

Being a musician is pretty rough stuff because there are a lot of highs and lows. Crappy gigs, writers block, and a weird schedule is enough to make someone go crazy, but having shows like Saturday's at the Donkey is a pretty good medicine for any bumps in the road. One extremely nice comment came from a middle-aged woman who seemed to be having a great time. On one of my breaks, she came up and said, "You're doing a great job. You're very good, but there's something more about you. There's something else there." That was a pretty awesome compliment. Good musicians are a dime-a-dozen- it's that something else that can put someone over the top. I suppose I can temper my enthusiasm a bit because this woman is also the same woman who was mouthing "NO!" and waving her arms like someone just slid in safe to home plate while I played "Friends In Low Places." It's a great song to get everyone in the bar singing (and drinking), but on second thought, maybe this woman is extremely wise...

Sunday was kind of a blur. I've been deep in the reading of Stephen King's "The Stand" which I started quite awhile ago, but I'm burning through it now. I spent much of the day just reading and trying to escape the haunting memories of the Cubs/Reds game from earlier in that morning (yes, that game was more frightening than a Stephen King novel- that's what I'm going for.) Anyway, the producers of LOST have admitted that "The Stand" is a big influence on their show. I definitely can see the influential themes and even a few noticeable similarities (the use of dynamite, characters questioning free will vs. destiny, good (God) vs. evil (the devil), and picking sides to play out a game much like a chess game.) If you're jones-ing to read a 1100+ page novel, feel free to give this one a try. If not, just stick to something by Dan Brown... or Stan Lee.

That's about all I have from the weekend. I didn't really watch the Masters (I'm just not that into golf, I guess) and I don't think much else happened. Off to begin the work week...


GMoney said...

"You're doing a great job. You're very good, but there's something more about you. There's something else there."
--"Something more" = runs your own blog...she could just tell

Dan Brown is a hack. The DaVinci Code is the worst book I've ever read and I read both the Ron Jeremy and Jenna Jameson biographies.

Tony B. said...

Impressive reading. I imagine Ron Jeremy and Jenna Jameson's biographies are 1st edition and leather bound in your own personal library.