Knowing is Half the Battle

I haven't taken any interesting pictures lately, so I haven't had anything to post. I have also been quite sick (sinus infection) and had to miss the open mic this past week. I did, however, attend Victoria Bouffard's show at Fulton Books on Friday. She played quite well and did most of my favorites of her originals. She also did the one (cover) about watching cartoons and having a better view of the moon if your house burns down. Can't remember the name of it, or who it is by though. Fulton Books is an interesting place to see shows. The lights are off and the stage is lit up, which is cool, and people listen. But, it is eerily quiet. It must be all of the books on the shelves or something, but there is no depth to the sound. Even the sound coming from the amplified PA is sucked from the room. It's like playing in a vacuum... which -- oddly -- isn't exactly bad... it's just different. I'm sure some musicians/bands sound better in such an environment, while others sound worse. Not sure where I fit in... or if I really want to. Okay, let's face it... I want to play in my hometown (well, neighboring town) more than I want to eat extra sharp cheddar cheese... time out: that was a weird analogy... still, I do want to play around here badly, and Fulton Books is really the only option, aside from bars.

This has been a rambling post... you see, I just finished turning green picture frames to black with spray paint. I did this in my basement with a window cracked for ventilation. Now I feel light headed... I feel like that dumb kid at the end of GI Joe who tries to spray paint his bike in his garage with the door closed... then Road Block comes and opens the garage door and tells the kid about ventilation... and the kid says, "Now I know..." and Road Block says, "and knowing is half the battle."

Damn. Why didn't I remember that scene BEFORE I started spray painting?

I'm gonna go pass out...