Time Keeps On Slipping Into The Future...

... and some of us are slipping in real time. I made an appointment for a physical back at the beginning of the year. I knew it was for March but couldn't find the envelope/Post-It/newspaper I wrote the date on. Meanwhile, the doctor's office made the usual "hey dummy" reminder call on my home phone number, which I have all but stopped paying attention to thanks to that rat bastard Unavailable. (Until he tells me his name, I'm "unavailable" too.) Bottom line, the physical was supposed to be today, but they were kind enough to reschedule for three weeks from now. It might look like I'm stalling because my spider sense tells me what the doctor is going to have me do, but I'm not. I know it's important and there's no more putting it off. I'll keep you informed. Maybe I'll use that new networking service for all things digestive. I think it rhymes with Twitter.

Enough goofiness. I went out to see David, Bill, Brian and Scott at the Winner's Circle Thursday night. Thanks to the impending weather which never did anything but impend, the room was empty except for a few hardy souls. Laredo is sounding really good and their new material is very impressive. Personal favorite, "Sara Smile." Very sweet. These guys are great and getting better all the time. I get a kick out of Lonesome Cowboy Brian, too.

Friday, Joreen and I went over to Ed and Grace's house and hung out, ate Grace's outstanding guacamole and sang harmony (not while we were eating, of course.) It's nice to get together with folks and entertain ourselves, for cheap. Joreen and I are going with a classic fast for Lent, which is why the international flags at the brewery are all at half mast, but we had fun nevertheless. They've got the playpen and baby seat in the living like the rocking grandparents they are.

Sunday, I played with Hemlock Hollow from 3:00 to 5:00 at the HMAC. For the second time recently, I was there in the daytime and all the nice stuff I said about it in the last post still applies. I played bass and sang with Chris and Roger. Highlights were Roger tossing "Ophelia" and "Wall of Death" over his shoulder. I caught 'em both. (The Band and Richard Thompson, respectively.) During the set break, I played some of the new tunes I talked about last post and they went over well. I'm looking forward to branching out and doing some new things musically in the coming months and years, and this feels like a shove in the right direction. It's also nice to have a live bass in my hands again. Chris was also prepared with grandbaby pics for Joreen to dig. It's a grandma thing. Thanks to the Wilkinsons for letting me sit in and try to replace the irreplaceable Mike Miller (Wassup, Mike!). The HMAC is attempting to get an acoustic thing going on Sunday afternoons. If you're interested, do the Facebook thing and follow along.

Finally, Just Friends is playing what is becoming unfortunately one of our rare local appearances Friday at the Verhovay. We're still adjusting to shifting circumstances here and doing the best we can. Frankly, I get discouraged sometimes -- until we show up for rehearsal and kick off a song. Then it's All Good. "When this world turns its back on you, hang in and do that sweet thing you do -- you just roll with it, baby." If you're not doing anything Friday -- hell, cancel whatever else you're doing Friday and come dance with Just Friends. And as always, thank you for your support.