I’ve gotten a few snarky comments about my statement y’day that people older (32+) people should have something going for them before they get married. I stick by my words. I said “people”, not “women”, and I’ve already taken into account any differences in wage scales. Few people know better than I do that how much money you make has little bearing on what you accomplish in this life. I’ve met thousands of people who make more than I do who don’t have a thing to show for it. Call them what you want, but don’t expect me, with my background, to ever marry a woman who has absolutely nothing.
Author's note 2015-04-12: the following passages make more sense if you understand that at this time, I had connected JZ an Internet computer in his living room. He never did catch on to using the Internet. It is still indeterminate whether that was such a bad thing.
JZ noted (y’day) that he requires “just $50 a day” to live large, which makes sense since he doesn’t have to pay rent. In fact, he doesn’t pay phone or condo fees either. Hey, JZ, are you braggin’? He comes from good family. I recall my mother constantly going on about how wonderful her family of 17 siblings was, how they never fought and always helped each other out. I wonder if that is why except for two ditzy aunts, one of whom stole my best pair of jeans, that I never saw hide nor hair of the other 15 of these wonderful people. I know they never wrote us any letters.
Another thing. All JZ’s relations are doctors and such. I probably told you this, but I once asked my mother if there were any successful people in our entire family. Even one. She mentioned she had a brother who worked at a garage in North Battleford, Alberta, Canada. Not owned it. Worked there. The question must have surprised her. The only thing that wonderful family ever helped each other out of was obviously the friggin’ door the day they turned 18 and not a moment later. My family is proof that while you don’t have to be smart to be rich, you do have to be stupid to be poor.
Much later, I am finally prepared to give up looking for a guitarist. I don’t know what it is with those people. What is it about that instrument that makes them think they are special? Hi didn’t show up, nor did he know that he was the last chance I was prepared to take on a guitarist. I’ve always wanted to be a good entertainer, the important word being “good”. I’ve been ignoring that rule for the sake of getting a guitar player who can sing. No more guitaring unless something lands at my feet. I’ll be wasting no more time on those people.
The worst guitarists turn out to be the ones who think their personal tastes in music are perfect enough to dictate what the entire band should play. The “Mustang Sally” type. Their idea of a band is you should sit down and learn their tunes. You should also learn harmonies so you can backup their vocals, you know, so that you don’t completely melt into the background of their awesome presence. Not all guitarists are like that, but the ones who aren’t already have great solo acts.
There is no talent out there I can use if it is talent that wastes time and improves nothing. Good musical organization is more important and we already know too many guitarists who could not organized a hot dog stand. Thus, I don’t care if I spend the rest of my music career playing in pubs, I will sing what I can and ignore the experts in the crowd. Those who have been in the parade will understand that you can never go back to sitting on the curb.
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