Sunday 

Good morning! Just now 11 o'clock on this steadily improving Sunday. I just wrote something in here an hour ago, which somehow got swallowed up when I went to post. Grrrr..All you can do is start over. But an hour ago, this was a dismal morning. And now it's making a comeback. So we're at least making a better start to things..

Music news. A couple items. One is a tune of mine that someone else added to their YouTube page. Usually I stumble onto someone else's stuff-- like the amazing saxophonist Melissa Aldana, whose wares I've been sharing--but every so often I stumble over something of mine. The tune is called Mucho Dinero Poco Trabajo, which translates to "much money, little work'. There was a client at the Job Service office I was trying to help, who would always lament, "mucho trabajo, poco dinero. Don't know that he appreciated this tune, but what the hell. I tried. Hope he's long since found gainful and meaningful employment. It's on my Facebook page if you want to give it a listen. 

The other one is that I've got a couple more playlists on Spotify. These are editorial playlists, meaning that the staff at Spotify picked them out. One of them has about 50 of my tunes, from 9 different CDs. You can get there from here . . Hope you'll stop in and check out some of the sounds. 

Otherwise, still plugging along. Today should be a good day to work in the Lab. I still have a lot of energy at the ripe old age of 66, but not as much as I did 10 years ago. Yesterday was an exercise day and a guitar practice day, after which there wasn't much left of me to pursue anything else. I have to budget a little bit more. 

Remembering some of my Dad's stories about violinist Joe Venuti. Wonderful player, but a little bit crazy. Apparently he had a falling out with bandleader Paul Whiteman, and to avenge this he drove Whiteman's car off a wharf, and tried to set his house on fire. The best Joe Venuti story, though, has to do with his penchant for practical jokes. He once called every bass player he knew in New York to meet at a certain street corner. Over 50 bassists showed up, with their instruments, creating a roadblock. Venuti was probably across the street in a coffee shop doubled over with laughter. He was later ordered by the Court to compensate all these poor bass players. An expensive practical joke..

The Venuti story reminds me very much of the current GOP gaffe of scheduling a conference at The Four Seasons in Philadelphia--but instead of the opulent Four Seasons Hotel, they got the much seedier Four Seasons Total Landscaping. I can easily imagine someone--the ''perpetrator' even- across the street laughing their ass off. 

Okay. That's all the news I've got for you for now. Thanks as ever for stopping in and reading. Happy Sunday to you! I'm outa here. More later. 

PS Today's pic was taken in the Summer of 1985. Corpus Christi, TX. Directly behind me is the lovely Sherron, a lady I met there. From my road days. I think from there, we headed to California. 

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