I was cooped up in the shop all day, although something did happen. With all the applications I’ve got out there, I was still surprised to get a call from a Miami college offering me a position I’m not sure I can fill. They seem to think I can, based on my aptitude. I’ll think it over, maybe a compromise. Keep informed however, that nothing has been agreed upon yet.My preliminary analysis of Quickbooks versus Peachtree is complete. Beyond understanding the nuances, running the software is on a daily basis is virtually identical. Therefore, the extra effort to learn Peachtree is not reflected by any increased pay. That tells me it is probably not a good idea to bother with Peachtree for an extra 25 cents per hour. The upcoming week will thus be centered on Quickbooks. You might say Quickbooks and I will be backing each other up, ha ha.
Jimbo’s was lively tonight, the cash was fine. Pork chops for breakfast. Little Joe was in to sing a few and she is now working at Capt. J’s. While I dislike that joint, Joe puts a different spin on matters. I told her I’d reconsider on evenings when she was on duty. It was her birthday this week and I was truly surprised that I had subconsciously assumed she was at least 15 years younger than she said. Them blondes, you know.
Ah, yes, the secret guitarist. I had to zip back home at 8:00 p.m. to pick up a power cable I’d forgotten. When I got back, the staff reported that a guitarist had shown up. Things get haywire at this point. Apparently he pulled up in a friend’s car, who proceeded to get a ticket from the police for expired tags right out in front of the club. Thus, they arrived and left within moments of my travels because I did not see anything. Nor did they return. There is something a little too familiar about all this yet I know I haven’t been near a zoo since 2005.
Furthermore, the staff now says the person had dark brown hair, not gray hair. Right, Jackie, I always get those two colors mixed up myself. It gets curiouser and curiouser. It must be Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum, for at this time I cannot think of anybody I associate with that could manage what just happened. At least, not without a scriptwriter.
Something else in the works is possible new gear. Up to now, every last item I have on stage has been necessity. The more hard-boiled clients have figured out I can control the mic volumes and the lo-hat is now an expected instrument. To keep the show aggressive, I’m considering some luxuries. My wish list includes retro-look microphones, a mixer with effects and all new cables and pedals. Plus some heavy-duty mic stands. One day, I would like to replace that Ampeg [bass amp] with something half the weight. You can do that when you are not married.
The laser and fog machine come later.
