The Home Stretch

No Mother's Day Victor/Victoria show meant I got some extra time to crank out chapters for the laptop book. I have a bad habit of writing chapters out of order, which inevitably leaves the harder or more nebulous material towards the end. Couple that with the little bits of text that need to be written at the end of the book, and I get to once again experience the joys of wanting to ditch the entire project and run off with some entertainment-oriented entity. It's like reliving grad school all over again.

Speaking of entertainment-oriented activities, I tweaked the setup on my bass just before Friday's show and managed not to screw it up. In fact, I turned the sound down and played through part of intermission just because it felt so good. My amp didn't want to share in the fun, though, and managed to pick up a local radio station intermittently through the entire proceedings. It wasn't loud enough to make a huge problem - think more of an annoying auditory mosquito. I can't decide whether it's the bad wiring in the theater (the soundman says he occasionally gets the same thing in headphones and the PA) or the amp itself. The ugly spectre of procuring a new amp has raised its head, like a zombie lusting for brains. Feh.