My Ship May Have Arrived

• Howard Located
• The Guy Whose Brother Has A Recording Studio
• Manager Chimes In

Still trying to cross the river...

Last night began with me walking to the Family Dollar and buying chips, salsa, olives and peanuts, the last item which was on the clearance shelf at $2.60 for a 1 lb. can...not too shabby.
I ran into Howard, who shook my hand. He was carrying a book and making a bee line for the library.
There is a certain room at the Trent D. Middleton branch of the LSU Library, called "Room 126" where there are shelves of books which are intended to be taken from the library for free, -no alarms sounding as you walk out- with the one stipulation that, after you finish reading the book, you return it, whereupon you may exchange it for another book off the same shelf.
Since you are always one book ahead, and if you use the exchange shelf continually for one year, it would be tantamount to taking one book and holding it for a year, and then putting it back on the shelf.
Howard found that rack his first day in the library, helped by the serendipity of Room 126 also housing the periodicals, which is a section where Howard can be found each morning at 9:39.
He certainly could and would get there earlier, but doesn't choose to.
Sometimes the newspapers which he reads every morning will not have typically arrived until a certain hour. 
To pass the time, he will sit on the leftmost bench of the two which sit in front of the Law (building) on Higland Road, re-reading the sports section of his newspaper, which he got at 6:07 a.m. at the Circle K, along with a medium cup of coffee.
He will be absorbing details which he had slighted over in his first purusal, over his $2.99 breakfast, eaten at the Jack-In-The-Box at between 6:11, and possibly as late as 6:20 a.m.* 

*This irregularity in his eating time is a matter which is out of his control, its being determined by how long it takes the staff to prepare his meal. (Howard could list speeds of each Jack-In-The-Box worker in order -the unreasonably slow ones bringing his ire to the highest levels that I have yet to see in him.)

 Going Viral

Yes, soon I may become a household name, as last night, I ran into a guy who has a brother who is an incredible musician as evidenced by the fact that he played with a band once, that opened up for Toby Keith, the Country Music star, once, "He's an awesome bass player!" and who has an awesome studio, which he never uses, to the extreme angst of the guy who I ran into.

Sensing a Golden Opportunity, I quickly pointed out that I had certain friends on Facebook, who have tons of friends and, one of those likes very much one of my songs, and has requested it at coffee houses where she has heard me play (yes, only coffee houses, but once I played at one that had Toby Keith, the Country Music star, on its jukebox...)

I went on to explain that this Facebook friend is most likely going to send the song to all of her 988 friends, and that it could go viral overnight.

I hope I got the guy psyched enough about having a megastar in the family, and has at least spoken to his brother about the idea of recording one or three of my songs.

For Whom The Chimes Toll

The manager of The Chimes Bar told me not to play outside the Chimes. I was talking, at the time, to the guy whose brother has a recording studio. The manager told the guy "You're alright," after the guy had mentioned that he and his wife were "in there, spending money."
I went across the street, but didn't add any money to the two dollars and change which is all I made on that Wednesday night.
Pathetic (though a good chunk of time was spent talking to the guy with the brother) and hardly enough to even take the bus up to Scotlandville, to play in front of the Chevron Station...