Yesterday I played a 1972 Les Paul Custom. It sounded really really nice. It played like perfection. There wasn’t a thing on it I couldn’t do. Actually let me phrase that better. If there was something I couldn’t do on that guitar, it’s because I couldn’t do it on any guitar. Sometimes the guitar is the limitation, most times the player is the limitation. This guitar was perfect. Pretty dinged up. Crackled paint in spots, but cosmetics and guitars for me need not be perfect.
It’s like a four thousand dollar guitar and I can’t stop thinking about it. I also can’t stop thinking about how I barely get a shot to plug in and play anyway. Most of my guitar playing these days is in the living room on the acoustic, after dinner but before the big wind-down, which is for about 20 minutes before Story Time. I really enjoy playing. And I don’t know if it’s living in this part of the state or what exactly the deal is, but I’ve played more acoustic these past two months than I have, probably, the past 10 years combined. Not sure how to wrap this post up, but I’ll just do that here.
Good night, planet earth.
Boston has ill-prepared me for the world in a way that when I read anything that mentions sprinkles in any situation I immediately think of sprinkling glitter onto glue spots in art class or less commonly sometimes it’s light rain, but it’s only upon getting to the end of the sentence do I notice it makes no sense, only to realize they’re talking about jimmies. Honestly, you don’t grow up knowing that Jimmies is a fun New England word for…well, Jimmies are jimmies, we all know “sprinkles” is the actual funny word jimmies. Jimmies aren’t funny, they’re delicious.
So, since I got The Pits started over at http://www.thepitscomic.com I wanted to switch this site back to a normal blog, which I don’t think it ever has been, so that’s a nice feeling for me. Rather than make it a photography website, where there’s pressure to only post photo related stuff, or a comic site, where I can only talk about that stuff, I’m now able to just be my old weird self again.
Lots of life chanjy stuff going on for a bit. We’re moving across the country…again. Back to Old New England, and we’re very much looking forward to it. Get used to me using made up words, like chanjy. Or at least let me pretend I made them up. For all I know chanjy is sanskrit for blossomed bull anus.
Our house (rental) hasn’t had gas for a month (no hot water or stove use) and most of the wait has had to do with the city’s red-tape, and it’s finally looking like it’ll all be fixed sometime early next week. My only concern is the pipe that was inspected and expected to hold the pressure doesn’t seem to be holding the pressure, but I’m going to assume that it’s going to be fixed/dealt with before they throw the final switch and call it a day. I’m a little extra concerned as the pipe and gas meter will be right on the otherside of the wall where I’m typing this and do most of my drawing. If I’m lucky the blast will be big enough so I won’t feel a thing.
In other news, we’re going to be looking over all our finances and try to be better adults about that sort of thing. Hopefully buy our own place, hopefully in Long Beach and hopefully in a neighborhood that is less dangerous than a leaky gas pipe.
Pretty good feeling, I’ve written 2 strips a day for three days in a row. Definitely a new high for me.
Cleared some mental hurdles, still struggling with some others. Hopefully someone out there is enjoying the new installments I’ve been producing. Really feeling the push to make these now. When I get enough quality ones produced I’m actually going to submit them to some newspaper syndicates for feedback. Also, maybe I should use this blog more? Could be fun.
Been busy working on Secret projects. Not for myself, other folks. Got to take my first stab at animation for a comedy show my friend here in L.A. is pitching to some folks. It’s nothing really super impressive by any means, but personally, for someone who has never done any animating before to suddenly be asked to do two ten second pieces was a bit horrifying, but it ended up being the most fun I’ve ever had making art, and I’m now considering taking on a daunting task of making a 5 minute short of something I’ll be writing myself. NO idea when any of that will be done as my husbandly/fatherly duties and day job and any paying projects take precedence over the funner self gratifying stuff. Also, I was asked and agreed to play bass in a band out here, so definitely looking forward to that as well.
P.S. I bought an iPad Pro, and it’s awesome. Finally just uninstalled my Monoprice 19″ Interactive Pen Display from my desk. iPad Pro + Astropad + iMac = radness.
Between bouncing between prototypes of this here blog and one I’ve setup at scottstpierre.wordpress.org and also designing a custom site using Adobe Muse, I’ve found a theme called “Panels.” My lofty plans have really been scaled down with an aim to focus on the actual production of art. Whether it’s The Pits strip, or any other creative stuff. Web design is a discipline I’m not going to pretend I have a complete handle on just yet. This theme isn’t dreadful and it’s dead easy to update. The hard part should be creating the work, not sharing it. Glad I realized that. Having fun again.