Surprise!

Awoke Tuesday morning to an email from Tommy with the subject:  Surprise!  Clicked it open and he tells me he's been off work and had decided to go ahead and re-create the Beatles' I Am The Walrus, which was attached.  We spent five hours in studio today and I believe all of my vocal parts have been recorded.  Including part of a scene from King Lear, which you hear close to the end of the song.  I have goo-gooed more ga-joobs than I new could possibly exist today, but I can't wait to hear how this one sounds...

Tommy has re-mixed "It's A Lie" adding some harmony vocals and said he may release it on Saturday, making it our 16th release since we started this journey.  Tommy checked some listener stats today for his Soundcloud account where we release our music and discovered we're getting more listens in the Soviet Union than anywhere else in the world, so thanks comrades!

It would appear that the "powers that pull the strings" in High Point politics has decided to become a public entity, now referred to by the High Point Enterprise as the "PAC".  I refer to it as the City Hall/HP Enterprise/HPU PAC, which it appears to be.  They're all about the downtown stadium deal and making it happen and ran folks that support it.  Today in the Enterprise they were self high-fiving themselves for having all of their candidates advance in the primary.

Let's not forget that High Point is one of these progressive "non-partisan election" cities.  Let's not forget that a majority of failing cities are ran by Democrats.  Oddly enough, the partisan v. non-partisan deal is about a 50-50 proposition that generally allows the party that is not in power to keep folks in the drivers' seat.  Math is hard, ya'll, but it's not invisible.

HPU wants land to build a football stadium and I'm convinced that the powers behind these so-called "philanthropy dollars" consider this downtown deal to be theirs to use for this purpose.  Some reports are now calling this "baseball stadium" a possible "multi-use stadium" which is news to everyone.  I've smelled a rat since they first announced this deal and the stench is getting stronger and stronger each day.

Terror Close To Home

I'm on the other side of the country from Las Vegas, but it touched right here last night and this morning.  A friend here in High Point has a daughter that goes to Vegas for weekends and actually had tickets for last night's Jason Aldean concert.  She did not attend and had rather given her tickets to another friend.  The friend that attended's girl friend was shot in the leg at the show, but she should be fine according to friends.  Not enough degrees of separation between this kind of hate and home.

Violent gun incident in the US?  Cue the Gun Control freaks.  Certain to make the most of this opportunity, seeing how the media is only focused on NFL players protesting currently.

Pip had a bad night last night.  I was exhausted from the no-sleep road-trip weekend and he woke me around 2am swatting jewelry off of the dresser.  I retaliated by throwing my glasses case at him and he ran downstairs.  Total silence for every bit of six minutes and then CRASH!  I hear things from the living room credenza hitting the floor and being knocked over and jump out of bed hoping to save the lamp.  I come down the stairs to find Pip hanging from the top of the living room window, under the blinds, trying to climb higher with his back feet kicking like mad. 

I grabbed him, tossed him over to the couch and he jumped right back up there a second time.  Grabbed him again and put him on the couch and turned to start putting stuff back where it belongs and he dove between the glassware on there and the window, scratching at the glass all fuzzed up.  I turn on the porch light and see a mostly orange cat sitting casually under our window watching the Pip Experience from outside, and he saunters off after a second or two after realizing I was standing there looking at him.  Pip didn't wake me again.

He did, however, tell me he was sorry this morning by stretching out across my lap on the couch and burying his face in my hand.  Guess it's true, there's a fine line between sanity and insanity.

Happy Spocktober everyone!  Live Long And Prosper!