Sunny Breaks

I’m listening to People Like Us’ Do or DIY—always a good thing, and the g/f is in the next room there with the stereo and she’s talkin chinese – practicing a speech presentation to be given in a couple of days. She’s doing the laughing bits where necessary – the whole shezam.  All sounds rather queer.

I don’t know if it’s apparent but my material obssesions in the last 6 months have been entirely guitar and guitar paraphernalia related. There once was a time when I was computer-obsessed. It’s strange to think about that now. I got this here mac book pro in March and it seems like the end point. I don’t think there’s a more usable computer instrument out there.

Here is my pedal box. I just got it on saturday. Special Agent Cooper used to say something like give yourself a little present each day. I finished study, so this was my present to myself.

Configuration will undoubtedly change in the coming months, but the starting line up is—tuna for life, vox wah-wah v847a, marshall Guv, biyang tremolo, nano small stone, whizzer modified russian big muff pi, boss digital delay 7.

In the coming future I will review said pedals in that special way that I do shit.

That’s right my friends, sunny breaks is back on track, ready to get those big wheels rollin, rollin rollin on the river.

I finished my study for the year last Friday afternoon. It wasn’t a particularly auspicious ending – in fact I’ll be damn lucky if I pass that exam I wrote. But everything else has been so terribly backlogged this last three months that it’s hard not to celebrate. Celebrate by cleaning the bath, by trynna find a new job, by passing a kidney stone.

I can’t confirm that that’s what happened but I’m pretty sure. All week I was feeling a little funny and then last night it came to a head when I sufferend these intense pains in my right-back kidney. I didn’t think I was going to die, but I did think I was headed for the hospital er room—11pm. But just as I’d admitted the pain was too much for me, it ceased.  But not before I completely heaved my guts.

I used to be so good a vomiting. I would be able to get it all in the bowl – but while not as long as the last winning streak (9 years) this one, (2.5 years) was still quite a while between rides on the porcelain night train. It was quick. It was violent. It was thorough. I burst a blood vessel in my left eyelid.

All the innards have been feeling better today—thank god.