So Borders is having a guitarist, and she's playing really cool music. I can barely read or write. That's both a compliment to her and a selfish complaint.
Right now, she's playing the Godfather theme. This cracks me up, because my stepbrother always watches the Godfather while rolling meatballs. (In my Italian step family, the women cook, but the men roll the meatballs.)
When I did gigs, it was the song that I always played about two hours in, when I was sipping on my third drink. (I cannot do that sort of playing without drinks. I'm not a lush, I swear.) Boy, I just loved hamming that one up.
It's the only "gig song" I'll play when not doing a gig. So when I get home from a night of drinking at 2 am, I'll sit down and play the Godfather theme, over and over ad nauseum until I fall asleep on the piano bench.
Now she's playing some movie music from Chocolat. Now that just makes me drool over Johnny Depp.
I mean, really, come on. Johnny Depp. You can't actually expect me to focus on writing on a Friday night when I'm hearing Johnny Depp and drinking songs?
Tonight, I have this burning wish that you were all local, and I could call you guys up and we could all spontaneously go to a bar and have a big old party. We could laugh, complain, cry, shoot the shit.
No wonder writers hang out in the bar at conferences.
Okay. Back to writing. I swear. I'm writing now, right now. Only 2,000 words and this novella that won't end will be finished!
I've mentioned before that I have a tough time listening to music and writing. It's one or the other. But I can listen to music and drink. :-) I can listen to music and spend time with friends.
So if you were local, would you come? To a big old drinking bash? Spend an evening just having a party? Oh, gawwwd, I want to go out. Whatever happened to all the friends I could just call up and say, "Let's have a party tonight!"?
Oh, right. We grew up. And, gosh, having more than two drinks costs days and days of my body going, "What the ****? Do you think you're twenty or something?"
Blah. Back to work.