Posted: Aug 4, 2003 10:31 am
I'm certain, you're up to the task, Scottie, aye. Perhaps I'll have to steal the babysitting money to entice the naysayers to make more than one or two. My mother has always said "I poo poo the naysayers..." It's sort of a credo for me. Although I do cry sometimes when I lose out, many times the poo pooing naysayers run the roost.
Sherman may weigh in on this, as he has offered the babysitting connection - I promise no breech, Sherman. Either way, I'll personally pony up to sponsor at least, please god willing, 6 compulsive gambler songs (happy with two, but one can always dream.)
OK, I admit it, it's the only reason I'd spend 5 hours at a time in a car with a cranky 3 yr old princess (ah the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...it can be quite annoying). The redeeming factor, if I'm disappointed, might be spending the night in Hot Springs on the way and back.
But you gotta unnerstand, quite by accident, the Compulsive Gamblers waked me up from the climbing drudgery of professional life, breastfeeding, and housework like big wonderful slap in the face. They reminded me why I made the sacrifices I had so my Blow Top husband could be free to do his thing, too. I know I was late coming to it, but not too late to be saved by it.
In the interim, all those lovely CDs and records he received gratis were simply noise to me...honey I been adding up very long columns of numbers all day and doing complex algebra with them so you can play that poor man's sax...please turn off that noise (I didn't realize that could be my very relief!...and this after being a punk rocker since 1979...).
We all have choices in life. Perhaps this one has to do with sacrificing the personal time and communication for the greater good of those who love your art. Well the only logic I have for those ethics is some personal green. Anybody willing to sweeten this pot, lemme know and we'll all throw in for (now do we get to request our faves? Walking the Balustrade...might not be the actual title, no insult intended...has always been a fave of mine, along with Sour and Vicious Man. But then there's Hand Full of Burning Sand, which always leave me and mine laughing so hard we're rolling on the floor.) Oh please, if it's one or two, stick to the earlier stuff. I've been married too long to fly into the fancy of daisy chains etc. At this point we need depth in the lyrics, and there seemed to be plenty of it early on.
We could call ourselves the kick-in crowd. We kicked in, now play it loud. Not fair perhaps to the other bands, but their own fans could do the same thing.
If this is all about frat garage rock...sign me a GDI, which is what they called girls like me in college, with a woeful sigh, God Damned Independent.
