Monday, oh yes.
I'm applying to jobs that give a shit, so I deactivated my Facebook account. It seemed logical; I'm homeless, I have no computer, I'm trying to get a big person job that's gunna do a background check.
I knew deactivating my facebook was a social mistake when I did it, but I was too lazy to post a note explaining that:
"I am deleting this account. NOTHING PERSONAL, really. The fact that I need to post this note at all is the exact reason it's not worth using this website."
...but, as I said, I was too lazy to post a note. I wanted that shit gone, so I hit the self-destruct button and walked away from the situation. So now I've got people in my life, both relevant and peripheral, acting highly, highly offended that out of no where I decided to end out "friendships" or block them on facebook. Sweet merciful christ...I don't want to play anymore. The darn facebook has only served to perpetuate social drama over the past few months.
So, to the handful of you that know me on facebook- uh, nothing personal
Email me if you need me.
"Stan, poke your grandmother."
I learned lots of new music this week- but also I discovered that now not one, but two of the keys are shot. The bass side is sounding increasingly funky, but still holding up. I don't have a case for it, so it lives in what used to be my car and often gets caught sleeping in the sunbeams. A man, (who must have been some sort of musician) spotted it the other day and looked horrified.
Him: Is that shit yours?
Me: What, the accordion? Yea, that's mine.
Him: You play that shit?
Me: Yes.
Him: You can't keep that shit in the sun like that man, it's gunna hurt it!
He seemed to be made physically ill by the site of the instrument in distress.
Me: I know, I know. I don't have anywhere to keep it and I play it all the time. Some fuckers in Yonkers smashed up the case, so...
Him: You know how much that shit's worth, man?
Me: Yes. I'm aware-
Him: You can't do that shit man that's not fair.
Me: Wha-?
Him: ( nearly in tears ) I just hate to see such a beautiful thing get ruined like that. You don't know how much that's worth.
Me: Yes, I do. I've been playing for years, and I don't have a place to l-
Him: That shit's fucked up man how could you do that?
Ok, so clearly this man is only speaking to the accordion, and not to me. I drove away. You know what, man? You're fuckin right. It is going to break my accordion. Do you want to buy me a new one? If so, get me an electric one that plugs into a 1/4 inch cable.
Bahhh. I meet so many people. Some of the, are brilliant, some of them are a bad time.
I'm starting to think I'm a bad time too.
Wish me luck at the job interviews!
and for any owl who gives a hoot:
I'm applying to jobs that give a shit, so I deactivated my Facebook account. It seemed logical; I'm homeless, I have no computer, I'm trying to get a big person job that's gunna do a background check.
I knew deactivating my facebook was a social mistake when I did it, but I was too lazy to post a note explaining that:
"I am deleting this account. NOTHING PERSONAL, really. The fact that I need to post this note at all is the exact reason it's not worth using this website."
...but, as I said, I was too lazy to post a note. I wanted that shit gone, so I hit the self-destruct button and walked away from the situation. So now I've got people in my life, both relevant and peripheral, acting highly, highly offended that out of no where I decided to end out "friendships" or block them on facebook. Sweet merciful christ...I don't want to play anymore. The darn facebook has only served to perpetuate social drama over the past few months.
So, to the handful of you that know me on facebook- uh, nothing personal
Email me if you need me. "Stan, poke your grandmother."
I learned lots of new music this week- but also I discovered that now not one, but two of the keys are shot. The bass side is sounding increasingly funky, but still holding up. I don't have a case for it, so it lives in what used to be my car and often gets caught sleeping in the sunbeams. A man, (who must have been some sort of musician) spotted it the other day and looked horrified.
Him: Is that shit yours?
Me: What, the accordion? Yea, that's mine.
Him: You play that shit?
Me: Yes.
Him: You can't keep that shit in the sun like that man, it's gunna hurt it!
He seemed to be made physically ill by the site of the instrument in distress.
Me: I know, I know. I don't have anywhere to keep it and I play it all the time. Some fuckers in Yonkers smashed up the case, so...
Him: You know how much that shit's worth, man?
Me: Yes. I'm aware-
Him: You can't do that shit man that's not fair.
Me: Wha-?
Him: ( nearly in tears ) I just hate to see such a beautiful thing get ruined like that. You don't know how much that's worth.
Me: Yes, I do. I've been playing for years, and I don't have a place to l-
Him: That shit's fucked up man how could you do that?
Ok, so clearly this man is only speaking to the accordion, and not to me. I drove away. You know what, man? You're fuckin right. It is going to break my accordion. Do you want to buy me a new one? If so, get me an electric one that plugs into a 1/4 inch cable.
Bahhh. I meet so many people. Some of the, are brilliant, some of them are a bad time.
I'm starting to think I'm a bad time too.
Wish me luck at the job interviews!
and for any owl who gives a hoot:
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I might have to just trek over to Seattle. But what a wonderful instrument, you musicians can make such gorgeous sounds.