Thursday, June 11, 2009

Twin Cities Ribfest - What a day!

What a day. Here I sit, unable to sleep at 5am. I will work 10 hours or so today getting out the Carrboro Citizen, then come home and pack the Volkswagen. We will drive to Winston-Salem, where I will meet the Pole Barn Poets at the Coliseum to play a hot half hour set at the Twin City Ribfest. This promises to be the largest audience we have ever played to, approximately 3000 expected to attend. Then Wonderful and I point the Volkswagen north to Ohio, or as close to it as we can get. Friday, Kelly and Sidra get married in Stockport, Ohio, and we have reservations Friday night at the Stockport Inn, a bed and breakfast in the old mill there.

The Ribfest will be the first gig I have ever played without Bessie Mae, my beloved old Hammond organ. She just does not fit in a VW, although the new Yamaha stage piano does.



Yuki the Yamaha is shown here sitting on top of old Bessie Mae as I have been doing lately in most gigs. The girls are set up for session one at Overdub Lane Studios in Durham back in Febuary. I do like my girls.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Here we go again.

I have given my heart and soul to a number of companies over the years. Since my first job in 1971 busing tables at the Red Lobster, I have put tremendous energy into all that I have done. In that time, it has on occasion won me good money, promotions, and a comfortable life. Mostly though, it has won me disappointment.

Have you seen Jack Lemmon in the movie “Glen Gary, Glen Ross”? I have lived it. I have been the professional chasing a dream. I have been the dedicated Realtor, working hard in the interests of my clients. Some years ago I realized that I would never find happiness that way, and left that life. Now I think back on that time, and realize just how unhappy I was. I think of those people I knew at that time, working so hard to accumulate all the trappings of a successful life, and so thoroughly unable to enjoy it.

I concluded that happiness does not come automatically with a large paycheck; that the next huge commission only breeds desire for the subsequent one. No matter what my income, my expenses always manage to rise to it, and the net effect is the same – I must push for more. The logical solution was to shrink the expenses to match the income, which is rather easier.

I live a rather gracious lifestyle on about nothing now, although it is enhanced when a bit of extra money is around.

I gather no self-esteem from my job, no matter what it might be. I gather my self esteem from being a whole person living well inside a comfortable relationship in a small house just right for two. Although I have a closet full of ties, several nice suits, and an assortment of dress shirts, I seldom wear them anymore. Heck, I seldom wear shoes anymore. A stripped down simple life is far healthier for me.

This past year, working two minimal jobs, I pulled in more money than I ever made wearing those suits.

My Thursday job distributing the Carrboro Citizen is profitable and stress free, although I recently took a 1/3 pay cut when we divided the job in two. I am a victim of my own success here, as I grew the job into more than one man can do. Now the Citizen is available in twice as many spots as it was previously, and circulation is up considerably. An unfortunate result is that now I must split a somewhat increased distribution budget with another person so that all the papers might be delivered on Thursday. My net pay is down from last year considerably, an ironic result of this successful hard work.

For the past three years I have worked at Tarheel Takeout, putting in roughly 30 hours per week. This is as much of this demand driven delivery work as I can do without it driving me crazy. This work is at best fast paced and frantic, and more profitable the more frantic it gets. You might well understand how unhealthy that can be. Unfortunately, the business has been down lately, as discretionary spending has dried up. This combination 2 job 2-step that used to produce $600 to $700 a week has been producing about half that lately. Both my vehicles and myself have suffered from a lack of maintenance lately.

Now it may well be time to go forth into the job market once more, to put my aged ass out there and hope for the best. At 52, I find myself competing for jobs that will pay less than I am used to, competing against people half my age who are far more ambitious. I fear this will not end well.

I draw much more self-esteem from my creative efforts, but they do not pay the bills. I play in two bands, and we are creating music that is far better than I thought was in me. This makes me proud. I have done some film acting of late, which I enjoyed, but have yet to see any results from this work. Better keep a day job going.

So here we go again. Experienced professional seeks profitable employment with enough flexibility to pursue his art. Oh, and I need Thursdays off.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Emoting in the Modern Office Environment

Emoting in the Modern Office Environment

is generally frowned upon,
and yet, unavoidable
and so very truly human after all.

The fax machine, the computer (even WordPerfect), the Personal Digital Assistant
are incapable of emoting in any substantive fashion
and yet that cell phone can leak emotional distress worldwide if one pushes the right buttons.
Do watch out for that Dictaphone; that can be trouble.
Intercoms can be quite treacherous as well, but require outside intervention
which often violates company policy in itself
and raises other issues without foreknowledge
that might effect stock values in ways unknown at this time.

Accounting recently received a text message that caused controversy and distress
until it was discovered to be intended for marketing
and was in fact a humorous attempt in dubious taste
with ramifications throughout the industry
that might effect stock values in ways as yet unaccountable.

With no clear company directive from the front office
emoting in the modern office environment
while certain to occur is best done outside of customer contact.
Sobriety is not absolutely required but is encouraged……………….
Please leave a sample with the nurse over at personnel.

Sales has figures from the past six quarters clearly showing
lunar cycles effect point of sale distribution and directly influence
emoting in the modern office environment
(do not use the customer database as announcement list
for resignation emails unless certain of facts and assertions
and willing to produce credible evidence in court).
Statistical analysis might indicate unpredictable stock value fluctuations.

It is then the intention of the board of managing directors
to maintain a veneer of civility over negotiations.
Blue suits and power ties go so well with martinis and Tums,
low carb lunches of wilted radichio and Percoset,
screaming only internally while awaiting installation
of a pressure relief valve on each major artery
in the pursuit of dividend coupons
and one myopic eye on market conditions
riding the swell of favorable BS trends
that bear investigation within fluid stock valuations.

Those requiring further clarification should just sit quietly and think about it.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Ambrose sleeping on a pillow

My weekend ends Sunday at Noon, when I must work a double shift for my second most profitable day of the week. Ambrose's weekend never ends. Here he is taking a nap on a pillow my mother embroidered many years ago.



I like the way the sun comes through these windows in the morning. It is a pleasant place to wake up.


Ambrose has kept our home mostly mouse free for 5 years now. He has been napping on my lap a lot these recent cold evenings.

Soon spring will be here and Ambrose will spend more time in the yard. He should be well rested.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


After waiting 51 years, I finally got into a good studio with some good musicians. We paid for 5 hours of time with Overdub and John Plymale, and the money was well spent. I now have in my possession the most expensive CD in my collection. The 3 tracks we recorded last night are the best work I have ever done with music. Soon we must decide on 3 more for our next session. I can't wait.


These are my bandmates Kelly and Leon (with black guitars), Mondo (on drums), and producer John Plymale in the studio. I am honored to be included in among this bunch, and look forward to exploring music in ways new to me.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A time to let go, a time to move forward


The candles we lit last Monday are burning out tonight. The 4 small stones in a row by the front porch will remain as long as we are in this house, a lifetime likely. The memories of 4 small companions will last a lifetime no matter where we are.

Now that those flames are extinguished, it is time to let go of this hurt. I feel that I am now able to let the dead be dead, no matter how much I wish it were not so. My little dog is truly off leash now, his soul and spirit free to move on to whatever beyond he may find. Although I still think of him often, nearly every waking moment, I know that this will pass with time. The memory will become more distant, and other companions will come at the proper time.

Goodbye, Griffin. I miss you.

Tuesday, I fulfill a lifelong dream. Doombunny has booked some time at Overdub Lane in Durham. we have picked 3 or 4 tracks that we have great confidence in our ability to play well. This should be enough for a damn good demo. We have about 4 more tracks that we will record in a month or two in another session, which may be enough to release a CD. I have never before fell in with such a professional lot of musicians, and have never recorded in a proper studio with such excellent equipment.

I look forward to meeting John Plymale, whose musical resume is very impressive. He will record us, and certainly produce a better recording than any I have appeared on before. I really can't wait to hear the results.

Wendy's surgery was successful, and she is healing well. Her face, always beautiful to me, now looks even better. She is eating well, and her jaw splint will be off in just a few more weeks. Then in six months I will see her lovely smile without braces for the first time in about a year and a half.

The future should be very interesting.


Photo by Marie Hermansson from the album: "Doombunny" by Marie Hermansson which can be found on her Facebook page.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Good friends comfort in times of need


Last night under a full moon, several good friends sat on my front porch and spoke of their pets. We exchanged stories of good dogs and cats, of childhood pets now just memories. We filled our glasses repeatedly, and drank a toast to one very good little dog.

In our front garden there are four stones in a neat row, by the front wall of the house in a quiet spot on the far side of the porch. Four candles are burning there now, for the memory of four good little beasts that have lived in this house. Esme and Bruce were the two black cats that Wendy and I brought over from our apartments in Raleigh when we first moved to this house in 1992. They were getting rather old when we added little puppy Griffin in 1997. They raised him well, though, and gave him a life long love for cats.

Esme passed away in 2001, about the same time that Sybil came to join our pack. She was a black hound from a mountaintop in West Virginia, a very wild thing who had never seen a leash or a car before she traveled 600 miles to join us here downtown. She adapted well, with guidance from Griffin and Bruce. Bruce retired from mousing about that time, and passed away in 2004 at the age of 18. Upon his passing, we adopted Ambrose into our pack. Ambrose is a large yellow cat with an amazing personality, and an accomplished mouser on his own. He has benefited greatly from being raised by dogs, and is as optimistic and outgoing a cat as I have ever seen.

Sybil was very much a mother to Ambrose. That wild beast from the back woods groomed and cared for her kitty with such tenderness that touched us all. We were all surprised and saddened by her rapid decline at an early age due to neurological problems. She was doing rather poorly prior to our wedding in May of 2007, giving us quite a scare in the weeks leading up to the big day. She rallied for the wedding, and appears healthy and happy in all the wedding photos. She died only two weeks later, only six years old.

Shortly after her death we adopted Bella, an Airedale Terrier, who has matured visibly since Griffin's passing last week. Bella is almost 3 now, and ready to assume the role of alpha dog. She has been a tremendous comfort to me after the death of Griffin. She will be a good dog for many years to come, I hope and pray.

Ambrose continues to keep mice away, and monitors our yard vigilantly in the absence of his good friend Griffin.

We have been in this house long enough now that there are more pets out in the garden than there are still living with us in the house. Although they are gone, they are still loved. Candles burn over their graves tonight, but candles will burn in our hearts forever.