- Days Sober: 35
- Motivation To Play Mardi Gras: 5%
It is time that is bothering me;
Since there is no smoking allowed inside, and drinks ARE allowed outside, Lafitts is merely expanding the size of their establishment by allowing it to pour into the street. I am surprised that they haven't set up quarts heaters or such to keep everybody warm out front.
So, I have moved down to nearby The Quartermaster, which is quiet, and I have found a good acoustical spot in an alcove in front of what used to be an art gallery, where hung the famous black and white photo of "The Goose Lady," a woman who used to walk the Quarter followed by a family of geese.
I just haven't been able to motivate myself to play very long. It is as if I play for a half hour, make a quick 10 or 15 bucks, and then, as if I have proven that I can make money, and that satisfies me, I have knocked off.
I chose the wrong harmonica last night, the one that was more blown out than the other in the key of C, and that was a problem.
Playing at that new location, has drawn the attention of the staff there, whom I have seen almost every night, most recently in my quest for a cup of coffee, and they always see the guitar on my back, yet have never heard me play. Last night, I knocked off, though I could have made money playing the out of tune harmonica (I could have made money just sitting there; such is the nature of drunken tourists) but I knocked off early, telling myself I would come out earlier the next (to)day, and here I am at the same time in the same place, getting ready to go into the Quarter.
My 24 hour pass has expired because I was fooling enough to wait around the Banks Meat store for a guy who was going to come back "in 12 minutes" with some weed. It cost me a trolley ride to wait for him before giving up.
I will have 36 days alcohol free at the end of tonight.
Last night, I bought chicken liver for the first time in my life and fried it up with onions and ate a lot of it; as if I had killed two dozen chickens and eaten only their livers, my body must be thinking.
I woke up a bit depressed this afternoon; it's probably not a good idea to sleep on a full stomach.
I had set a little piece that I had recorded before going to sleep to repeat ad infinitum while I slept.
I found a snare drum the other night, along with the rest of a cheap drum kit that someone had left on the sidewalk while packing everything else into a moving van and leaving a place on Royal Street. The drum fit into my backpack, and so now I have a snare drum which allows me to get a more "live" sound than with the programmed digital drums alone. I can set the bass drum to hold a steady beat and then kind of liven the track up with snare rolls and accents and off beats and the typical stuff that a "real" drummer might do. A real amateur drummer...