Daily Aggravations and Regrets
April 22th, 2003. Tuesday
The weekend proved fairly uneventful. Miss Charming Melodee was out of town for the weekend, so I spent much of the time in isolation in my apartment. Which wasn't so bad once the cable was reconnected. It was out the whole week, and had to get up early on saturday to wait for the cable guy. I knew I'd have to get to the back yard, which meant getting someone to open the locked gate. I called my landlord, who told me to go next door and ask the residents there for the key. So after a long schpeal about who I was, what I needed, and why I had to get to the back, the woman who answered the door, in her jammies, with a mouthful of food, looks at me, slackjawed, and tells me "No hablo ingles." After all that. Anyway, as it turned out, all that had happened was that someone had unplugged the actual cable wire that went into my home from the cluster at the back of the building. I wonder how many of these "technical" calls end up like this. Last time I had a problem, I waited a week for the people to show up, and all they did was replace the three dollar cable splitter with a new one. It took two of them.
Anyway, after that, I lugged two electric guitars into the city and met Matt, Jed, and Matt's friend Jon at a rehearsal space for a little rock and roll. The first time Matt, Jed, and I had played together since the final Underpants Cowboy show oh so many years ago. Two other of Matt's friends showed up, and while they were excellent musicians and at times it was pretty fun, in general, it wasn't that great. Too many cooks in the kitchen. And in general, I've been feeling pretty uninspired for several months now. Creatively bankrupt, I'd call it. Though, much like my real-life bank account, I'm not sure there was that much in the vault to begin with.
Caught the new Christopher Guest mockumentary, A Mighty Wind, last night. This one was about three 60's folk music acts that reunite for a tribute concert. Pretty damn funny, and surprisingly touching at times. That Eugene Levy is a genius. Though by this point, a lot of the characters are more caricatures, and at many points the scenes were a bit too much and over the top. The music was pretty catchy though, which really added to the credibility of the whole endeavor. Just good enough to be catchy and instantly likeable in the short run, and completely insufferable in the long run, like so many pop/folk tunes.
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