So, let’s see here. I don’t even know where to start. There are a few things on my mind—past and future events, and I suppose the most logical and least convoluted thing to do would be to go through my chronicling chronologically.
Last Monday, I attended my first group blues jam in which I was actually a participant. It was a free weekly jam that McMichael Music puts on in order to get aspiring musicians out of their shell and playing with like-minded folks, and I really enjoyed the experience when I wasn’t scared to death of making a fool out of myself. Coming out of it, I was greatly relieved I wasn’t the worst guitar player there, and one of the guitar teachers even gave me a big compliment on one—my first, actually—of my solos, which was big deal for me. I think he could see how nervous I was so it might have been pity praise.
I was informed Saturday an I-hate-Jerry-club had been formed, and right now at work there is a sign hanging up that reads “I hate you Jerry.” This morning a young lady texted me to say I was an asshole, and some old man at work walked up to me and inexplicably said, “Nobody likes you.” Then he just walked off. That seriously happened. I thought the club was a joke, but apparently, it’s real and gaining members pretty damn quick.
I went to Coach’s on Main Street here in Norman Saturday night after work to indulge in some live music. A very pleasant drunkard greeted my friend and me in the parking and warned us that the band, in fact, “sucked” and that there were “a lotta better things” we could do with $5. I honestly thought he was going to try to sell us drugs after the line about finding better things to do with my money, but sadly, it was not to be.
My guitar teacher is actually in the band accused of sucking so too is a blind guy, but that’s irrelevant and probably tasteless for me to point out. The band is called The Stumblers, and I’m not sure why (wink, wink! I really do know, and I think you do, too!).
Once I went in Coach’s, I sat down at the bar and started ordering bourbon-and-coke’s as a young alcoholic of my particular background is wont to do. When my teacher noticed me during one of the band’s breaks, I got to experience his proclivity for cursing and revealing incriminating stories while under the influence of alcohol as older men of his particular background are wont to do. It was pleasant. I feel like we really connected, and I feel much more comfortable around him now. I love booze.
Looking to the future, I’m going to see The Black Crowes on Thursday. I’m pretty excited, but this means I’m gonna have to skip my shift on the radio. Consequently, I’ll have to DJ two shifts next week.
Oh yeah, for those of you that didn’t know, I’m a DJ for The Wire at OU. You’re all more than welcome to check out my show. It’s on Thursday 6-8 p.m., and I play an eclectic mix of music and throw in my and my co-host’s inane ramblings here and there for extra flavor. If you’re in the Norman area, 1710 AM is an option, but the live stream on the website is much more reliable.
I’m pretty sure I had more to talk about, but if I remember I can just post it later. Thanks for reading!