Saturday, July 7th, 2018 10:16 AM
Good morning, whoever-reads-this. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Funny, as a kid, I thought Mr Rogers' Neighborhood was just another silly kids' show. As a grownup, I'm finding out what a cool person Fred Rogers was, and what he stood for.
In bed just before 1am, up just after 9am. A brief period of tossing and turning, but then straight to dreamland. As usual, a whole slew of adventures i have no real recollection of but a sense that something happened. But a good night's sleep.
One of my morning rituals, repeated in the afternoon or early evening, is meditation. Been doing it since I was 18 years old. After all this time, I'm still the same neurotic mess I always was, but I don't worry about it as much. The morning session is almost always better, since I have less mental chatter to get rid of. Today's was especially quiet. Very little of the "tyranny of the drunken monkey." Always liked that phrase...
Last night's gig went okay. A little tension between the drummer and keyboardist over calling tunes, but it never got out of hand. I'm thinking of a line from the liner notes on the Gerry Mulligan album What is there to Say?- "we have a hell of a good time playing and listening to each other." That is what I prefer to happen anyway...
Cat on lap.Typing one-handed here, time to ring off. Thanks for reading, more later.