Good morning! Today is Muesday. It's about 10:15, another day that looks like it's threatening to rain if you look at it sideways. Muesday is the brainchild of a very cool lady I had the good fortune to work with for awhile there in my 22 years with the State.
It signifies the Tuesday after a Monday holiday, because you have both Monday and Tuesday rolled into one as far as workload- and, if you deal with the public, as far as traffic in the office. I already drank, but it drove me to drink more heavily- at least after a full Muesday.
News musicale. Now doesn't that sound all fancied up?! Thinking of a cartoon in the National Lampoon, set in a restaurant, where the waiter says to the customer, "It's a fried telephone book. We gave it a fancy French name and you ordered it!"
But seriously, folks. I am playing my first post-Pandemic gig a week from Saturday. It's a private party on the West Side, so I can't invite my reader(s), but it is my first one back.
I wasn't having much luck with those before the Pandemic, as we'd always get placed right in the middle of the crowd. Even swore off doing them-- the famous never again.. But it's been so long since I've played music with anybody, that I'll just about take the noise. Hoping we'll have some critical distance between us and the teeming hordes of people though. . Making music is a lot more fun if you can hear each other...
So I'm back in the woodshed, working on those guitar skills. Even if you've been playing all your life, you still have to put in the time. At least I do. My YouTube is pretty well-stocked these days, and there may even be a new one today if my fingers continue to cooperate with my brain.
And that's about all I've got for you on this Muesday morning. Thanks as ever for stopping in and reading. I do appreciate it! Happy Whatever to you! For now, I'm outa here. More later. PS today's tune is a thing called Dark Heart. Kinda moody, but hopefully still entertaining. Today's pic is none other than Maynard G. Krebs, from The Life and Loves of Dobie Gillis. The G stood for Walter- it was his Aunt's name. One of our clients at the unemployment office was a lady named Walter. I waited on her a time or two, but never mentioned the Dobie Gillis reference. She probably wouldn't have found it funny. Can't say as I'd blame her...