I got the job!!!
They loved the proposal... and that dinner.
What a shock!
Sister Sorrow was right. Thanks Sis.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I've always been notoriously bad at tests...
As I went out to my truck to leave for an audition yesterday, I ran across a dead hawk at the driver's door. I didn't know what to make of this as a premonition - but it kind of unnerved me. I tried to spin it in a positive way, but the more I thought about it - the more it seemed like a serious presage to failure. I put a quart of oil in the old truck and took off over the mountain trying not to think about it...
I was a bit early, so I walked around the next mountain a bit, trying to calm down. It was a beautiful day, I thought - things will be alright. I was pretty anxious to get started.
I was to cook a meal for four. One stipulation being not to cook pork. The amuse-bouche I made was shrimp toast with shredded ham and feta - what an ass! Oh well... I never even thought about it until an hour after I had left the premises. Perhaps if I hadn't been preoccupied...
Dinner consisted of chicken and shrimp in vodka infused marinara cream tossed with overcooked penne - and two perfectly seared strip steaks rubbed with my infamous "brokeback mountain" seasoning (coffee, brown sugar & Kosher salt). The sauce I made for the steaks was supposed to have whiskey, but I was rushed for time and couldn't prepare it properly. The new potatoes I made for the steaks were nearly burned, but I like them with a crunchy crust...
I also prepared a proposal for a fall menu which I gave the waitress - for the table to look at - and got no feedback from it. I was dismissed with the statement that I would hear the outcome on Wednesday...
I suppose I failed miserably - I'll know tomorrow for sure - but if things go the way I feel they did - there's no need to wait until tomorrow to know the outcome.
When I got home, that hawk was still there, so I quietly disposed of the poor creature so the kids wouldn't get to it. I felt pretty badly about the whole misadventure.
This was the job that I really wanted to procure. It would have been a great thing for me - and maybe I'm giving up too soon, but I think I know how to read it... I'm feeling pretty low right about now.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
change a diaper,
plan an invasion,
butcher a hog,
conn a ship,
design a building,
write a sonnet,
build a wall,
set a bone,
comfort the dying,
analyze a new problem,
program a computer,
cook a tasty meal,
Specialization is for insects."
- Robert A. Heinlein
Monday, August 18, 2008
I had the best time at Pride yesterday. I went with Butch & Woofer (of course).
Woofer fucking rocks. He wanted to make sure I was having a great time - so he kept trying to introduce me to people. I do fine on my own, usually... but he went out of his way to make sure I was "covered". I appreciate that so much. He's turned out to be an awesome friend.
We did have a run-in with the local religious kooks when we were leaving the actual Pride celebration, but Woofer handled that situation with grace and style. When the evangelical asshole told me I was going to burn in hell, I told him that I would see him there. He didn't cotton to that remark very well. The "silent witnesses" came to our rescue and escorted us out - shielding us from the religious idiots that were trying to prey on people leaving the Pride celebration.
Later, at the bar:
One of the people Woofer introduced me to was a young (27 year old) microbiologist. I actually told the kid that I had a Son older than him - but that seemed to make him more excited... This kid was pierced & gorgeous. He was falling all over me for some reason. (I guess he thought I was cool) He and his boyfriend were on the outs for about 3 months, and I had to reassure him that I thought he was beautiful. That was no problem at all, because he was. He kept rubbing all over me, and at this point - I was ready for action.
Of course, nothing really happened - but it felt so good to be wanted for a while. Finally his boyfriend Eddie came over, and I made it clear to Eddie that he should be grateful for what he had in - oh, let's call him Spanky.
Spanky just had a glow about him that was so refreshing to an old fart like me... so full of enthusiasm that it was bursting out all over. Finally, after about an hour of conversation that spanned the entire spectrum of modern gay history, they left together hand in hand and Spanky looked back at me and gave me a wink and a smile that made me feel like I had a purpose. It was a great feeling.
Woofer kidnapped me for a few dances throughout the evening - and we had a great time. He's a really good dancer, and I kept up with him just doing the "gay boogie"... I used to be famous for that back in the early 80s at Partner's Cafe when I'd spend practically the whole evening out on the dance floor. (I only lived a block away, on Edgewood Avenue... Right across the street from Yale University)
Those were the days. But these days are good now also...
Gotta go now - my Son just brought me over some shrimp scampi and linguini with a garden fresh salad for supper. MMM it's delicious....
It's so much better to be alive than dead.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
That's Right, Hit Where It Hurts.
Some people just have no compassion. That's how they run. Cold Cold Cold. I'm glad I'm not like that. I don't think I could live with myself.
Attack someone when he's down and out. That's the perfect time to strike with the venom. Vitriolic vomit spewing forth from your self-righteous poisonous pouting piehole. That's what I need right now. Right in the midst of waiting for test results from potentially life changing doctor & hospital visits.
Your little plan is working wonderfully well. Talk about scraping the bottom of the barrel - you're ten feet underneath it.
I hope you feel better now. I know I feel like shit.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
My friend Jay will be substituting for me today at the show. I'd like to thank him for stepping in and playing some great music.
Jay has his own regular show "The Shelter" on Tuesdays from 12 noon - 3 pm. I saw him last night at the Jethro Tull concert with his Grandson, and last week he drove me to see Gov't Mule - so you know he'll be spinning some great music for you today. Please show him some support. I know he'll be playing some Tull for your listening pleasure. I'm also sure he has some other great tunes up his sleeve to share.
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Now, here's a pic I snapped from my cell phone last evening of the stage at Musikfest just before the show... It was actually a double rainbow, but you can't really see it from this picture.
ॐ Jimi The Hippie ॐ
Saturday, August 02, 2008
It seems like nothing's new,
But things are fresh in next day's dawn
All's different in morning dew.
Dark in the Light - logically mad
With chaotic order and success
Putting one foot forward then another
Never knowing Time arrives
'Til aproach upon the whim of it.
Often on again - then a pause
To smell a rose or graveyard must
Opting out, the choice not ours.
So hold them dear - until it's clear
No longer near - we feel the fear
Of onliness and loneliness
They are no longer here.
...to brighten your spirit. My latest take-off on the famous Grateful Dead slogan. ;o)
Penn's Peak is an awesome venue, if you ever get the chance to attend an event there - don't miss it! Especially if the band involved is Gov't Mule.
Yesterday, as it turned out was Jerry Garcia's Birthday - and I could think of no better way than to go out and celebrate his life at an awesome concert. Of course I hadn't planned this. I was the proud recipient of a "miracle ticket" and then had the privilege of meeting the band backstage after the concert - Thanks to A.J., Jay and Rich. I don't think that anyone can truly understand what all this has done for me. I actually feel like a real human being again.
As I was writing the playlist from yesterday's show, I got a call about going to the concert that evening. (it was sold out - and I had no ticket). Jay and A.J. took care of all that for me - and even provided me with a means of transportation to and from the venue. I love these guys... It seems I do have a few friends left after all... They look out for me and genuinely care about my well-being. Friends like these guys are a precious commodity.
I cried like a baby when "The Mule" played a few Garcia classics last night:
"Deal > Terrapin > Loser"
...and with their version of "Dear Prudence" (The Beatles)
which was also a staple of the Jerry Garcia Band - the deal was sealed.
The parking lot scene was a bit like a mini-Grateful Dead Concert, and brought all these old memories flooding back from days gone by - and it made me realize just how much I actually loved this type of scene. I felt like I was home again after too long of an absence.
Warren, Matt, Danny and Andy...
Thanks for the best time.
Rock On Forever.
Friday, August 01, 2008
I guess you have to hit the bottom of the fucking barrel every once in a while to really appreciate this wondrous life. You just can't let it keep you down. Don't let it overwhelm you for long...
I'm happy to report that things are coming around for this old Hippie. I'm actually crying as I'm writing this post - but they are tears of joy. That doesn't happen very often in my life - but it's happening right now.
No whining anymore - never thought I was a whiner, but looking back it looks like I came pretty close - just give 'em the old finger... ;o)
Excuse me while I enjoy it, and thank you all for having helped me out of this gloom. I'll get by with a little help from my friends...