The Living Rockumentary

Tony, tell your fellow student teachers that THIS George Harrison fan is getting his hair cut on Saturday (holidays, you know..)

Dec 13 was the 4th anniversary of my meeting Andrea.
Dec 15 is the 1st anniversary of the first (and only) performance of Sitting Next to Brian.

Rick DeVille, who was a member of the SNTB band that night, commented recently that if having no radio/CD/MP3 player capabilities in the library van made me focus on writing my own songs, then he hoped the radio never got fixed. I scoffed, because a) the radio was due to be back in a couple days and b) I only have a 1 in 3.5 chance of driving that van. SCOFF! (skoph?)
Well guess what? As of today, still no radio (there was some shipping error or something) and I keep getting that van to drive. Including tomorrow (and then I go to the stereo place where it will truly be ready, they say). It would drive (no pun) a lesser man insane. And it has done so. But I've turned the insanity into songs.
Last week I took all the batteries I could scrounge around the house, to put into a portable radio--but then I figured, these flashlights need these batteries more.
The end result? I come home from work with a "headful of ideas that are driving me insane"* (name that tune) and as of last night, the second volume of Sitting Next to... can now be seen by ultasound. 10 fingers, 10 toes, 15 songs. I think it will be more focused on guitar/bass/keyboard/drums and less on the kitchen sink that the last one was. It will rock, and it will make you dance a lot. Like Duran Duran.
Let's say, Ning, that we'll start recording once there are leaves on the trees. That way I can have time to hate all the lyrics, rewrite them ,and keep the old ones. They're all interchangable anyway (you know the technique David Bowie borrowed from William Burroughs--cutting up each line and pasting them back randomly--I don't do that but may as well--it lets the listener draw their own meanings rather than "it's a song about the economy. or pandas")