Jazz Guitarists

The few jazz guitarists that I know tend to be arrogant f###s with sociopathic problems. There are exceptions, yes, but my general experience hasn't been good. Don't get me wrong, you could hand them a guitar and they could do quite wonderful, almost mind blowing things with it, musically, but as human beings they struggle, and as dressers, they're mediocre at best.

I'm not quite sure what it is that makes them this way. Maybe it's the shelling out of large amounts of money for a music education. Though I have friends who aren't jazz guitarists who went to school for music who aren't like this. Maybe they're just wired this way. Maybe it's part of the vibe. Understand, they'll get paid far more than our entire band gets for a gig, but most of time it's just soft background music for wanna-be elitist f###s eating at a restaurant or winery. Honestly, no jealousy here, I'm an attention whore, money means little to me. I don't even consider myself a musician, or anything for that matter.

I don't write this in a spiteful way of any sort, I'm rather saddened. I wish they could come down to our level and realize that their waste smells like everybody else's waste.

Haven't Posted in a While.

I haven't posted in a while. Not sure why. Probably because of lack of interest and nothing seems to be inspiring me to rant in a meaningless whiny way. I could talk about the silliness of our current election, but most, wouldn't want to hear that, and I'm not very good at articulating political subjects in an effective manner. I could write about the new car, but I already put up like two or three blogs on that already. I guess I'll stick to what I'm good at. Blogging about myself.

Since my last post I had a couple medical situations. In early September I got food stuck down my esauphagus. For like eight hours. I had to drive myself to the emergency room at 12 midnight. I didn't leave until 7am. I forgot to bring my cell phone so I had to call a taxi cause they had to knock me out for fifteen minutes and push the food down. Turns out I have a hiatal hernia. My insides were sore a couple days after though the procedure was quick and routine. I have had no repeat occurrences since then.

Two weeks ago I saw an orthopedic doctor about getting the screws removed from my hip. Prior to that, I saw another orthopedic doctor, at the same establishment, that said I should probably get them out. I was planning on getting them out. However, since they really weren't bothering this other doctor said he'd probably keep them in. This is good news, for now, I guess. I wasn't looking forward to the recovery process and was hoping to do something more than just lay around on my long vacation.

I've got two gigs lined up on October 20th, and the 26th. The one on the 20th is at the Funhouse (on 4th st) in Bethlehem, with Brother JT, and the 26th gig is at the Kutztown Fire Company, with Remarkable Stims and Dawnchasers. Both should be fun and fulfill my need for attention getting. We plan to play at least two new songs. One of the songs is called "Canada," based on the trips I used to make up there with my friend from Rochester. It's turning into a great upbeat song with a lovely breakdown. We're very happy with it.

Other than that, there isn't much to report. I'm doin fine, doin okay. I just thought I'd post this in case anyone thought I was dead.