We got the bass head right before practice on Saturday. The ending total for that thing was $1, 350, but it was worth it. No longer do I have to deal with the aggravating feedback you can only get from a bass head turned up full blast. There’s no question about whether or not it’s going to work. It’s all mine, and it even glows in the dark! We discovered this property at practice. Those neon green letters you see on the pic below glow brightly.
I lifted the pic off the Trace Elliot Web Site. They have a thousand-watt head, but that was much more expensive. We don’t need it right now anyway. I hesitate to think how much that monster would weigh, as mine’s only 300 watts and it feels like it’s packed with bricks.
We also met our potential new lead singer on Saturday. Aaron met Nikki (I don’t know how he spells it and I didn’t ask) first and told us he looked like a cross between Stiv Bators and Vanilla Ice. Not a promising combo. I talked to him on the phone the night before practice, mainly because Aaron just handed the phone to me despite my protests, and he seemed like a decent guy. A little overenthusiastic, but I figured that was better than the usual apathy you find in musicians. I was a bit startled that he came off a bit like one of those people they used to make us listen to in high school. You know, the ones that were supposed to get you all fired up? Motivational speakers – that’s the term I was looking for. He wasn’t overbearing or anything, but he said things that, had they come from Dirk or Aaron, I would have laughed myself sick. It reminded me of our first lead singer, a little. That same use of metaphors to ask questions. You’d have to hear it to understand.
I think Nikki’s going to be a good lead singer. He also has one of those deep, gravelly voices that women coo over. When we met him on Saturday, I doubted Aaron’s vision. Nikki looks like an athletic Billy Idol. Maybe it was just the spiked bleach-blonde hair, or it could have been lingering Karma from Stee’s survey, but I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Everywhere we went with him, at least one person said, “Hey, it’s Billy Idol!” He lives in Maryland and he said it never happened to him there. He vowed to cut his hair and dye it.
I’m having Hotmail issues, so I owe e-mail. I’m also having office issues, which means that this isn’t updated as often as I have the urge to write.
The woman I’m working with seems to be having some sort of fit. She’s been banging stuff around all afternoon. We don’t get along very well, mainly because she can’t be bothered to explain the procedures for the tasks I’m responsible for. When I ask her about something, 50% of the time she’ll just take it from me and say, “Here, I’ll do it,” in a huffy tone of voice. Her ex-husband is trying to get the kids taken away from her because she has mental problems.
I’m going to hang in there until I’ve gotten to a GS-4 level, then I’m going to search for other employment. I’d better get a new assignment soon, because I’m thisclose to killing this woman.
Tonight’s the last night I’ll see Dirk before his overnighter to New York. You know, that boy actually had the gall to ask me if he could borrow $50 for the trip! Not only no, but Hell No! should have been my response. Instead, I just told him I couldn’t afford it (secretly hoping it would dash all his plans to go). His brother paid him back the money that he owed, so it wasn’t an issue anymore. Damn.
I’m happy for him and everything; don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to have adventures. I want adventures, too.
I don’t know what I’m going to do Friday night. I’m vaguely planning to do serious damage to myself with that (often-mentioned) bottle of rum. I’m going to get drunk and go online. If I do, I’ll let you know where to find me so you can laugh. There’s some people out there who’ll be shaking their heads, tsk-ing that I’m turning into an alcoholic. Life sucks, and it sucks ten times more when you’re a hypocrite who used to get drunk religiously and have your girlfriend drive you home.
But I’m feeling much better now.
Anyway, I haven’t done it in a long time, and certainly not with the inclusion of going online, so I’m damn well looking forward to it.
I hope Dirk’ll be okay. If Jason doesn’t watch out for him I’m going to gut him, Triple Black Belt or not.
BTW, C— never responded to my not-so-nice response to his e-mail. I think he’s lurking around this journal anyway, which might have skewed his decision. Forget it, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got other things to worry about.
