Had some strange reactions.
First of all, I'm running a bit of a fever and my left arm fell off temporarily.
But the funniest thing was that my eyes sucked back into my head and switched sides so now my right eye is hooked up to the right side of my brain and my left eye is hooked up to the left side of my brain.
This sort of thing can give one a whole new outlook on life.
Today I took the video file of the salon performance to GT recording to get it processed onto a DVD.
I had to take David's recording because, once again, my recorder failed to bring home the file I know was on it when I left the show.
That's three times the little bugger has let me down.
400 bucks worth of fancy-schmancy equipment and it never works when I want to record something important.
It worked here, I recorded some trash noises, wind, rain, chainsaws and the like.
I combined tracks, I let it sit around for months and when I went to transfer it to my computer, it was there and worked fine.
But whenever I have something on it that means something, something that is the reason I bought it, it disappears on the way home.
It's a Fostex MR-8. I know people who have the same equipment. It works for them.
The "Sad Song" is recorded on that very type of machine.
But it don't work for me.
If it wasn't the story of my life, I'd get pissed.
Maybe I am.
But as it is I'm always pissed anyway so am unlikely to ever notice the difference.
Yesterday after lunch at Queen Anne, I ran into a couple of old friends on the street and had a nice conversation ("nice" meaning it was mostly about me and my pathetic triumphs).
Managed to get rid of a couple of CDs of my works in progress.
Still have a couple hundred left.
Should probably toss 'em.
Then I went to the local book store and bought Sherman Alexi's "War Dances"
The Sam Jones score showed up.
Ophelia is still in her nunnery.
Anyway, I don't feel much like blogging today, I'm still trying to get used to the eye thing.