It's been 3 weeks since we arrived here in Los Angeles to start our new lives. There was a lot of logistical stuff to take care of - registering the car, changing addresses, purchasing furniture, finding insurance, joining the gym, etc. etc. etc. That stuff was done a while ago...over the past few weeks we've spent most of our time doing one thing - looking for work.
Aly's made excellent progress. She bought a car, got a part in an indy film and was a featured audience member on a daytime show called The Doctors (make sure to watch it - it airs Dec. 15!!). She even got a job waitressing part-time at a really nice pub in Santa Monica.
I've been networking as much as possible - hitting up lots of jam sessions and trying to schedule lunches with the various people I know. I booked a bar gig down in Laguna Beach last week. It was fun; it felt good to get behind my own drums again. I'm also programming some drum tracks for an exercise video that my friend Vinnie is scoring. My friend Serj is putting together a music library for Universal Music Group and he asked me to contribute. There is other big news regarding Serj but he asked me to stay quiet so you're gonna have to wait. ;-)
Two of my drumkits made it here relatively unscathed. My 20" Yamaha Recording Custom kick drum got banged-up pretty good...the bearing edge on the resonant side has a nice dent in it. I can't begin to describe how angry I am at USPS for this. Luckily it seemed to tune-up ok and it sounds fine. I haven't shipped my Ludwigs yet and now I'm super-paranoid.
I still need to fine a rehearsal space...it's too expensive to get one on my own so I'm in a holding pattern until I can find some people to share a room with.
In a nutshell I'm starting over again, and it ain't easy. I was in Boston for 12 years and during that time I amassed a very large network of musicians, friends, and colleagues. It took me all of those 12 years to build that network, and here I am at 34 trying to do it again.
I just hope I can get myself connected and working consistently before I'm over the hill. ;-)
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Yeah I'm still here...
Ok ok so I failed to keep up with this blog during the second half of our trip. Apologies all around. Here's a synopsis of the more interesting moments:
NOLA: We had a blast. Highlights included swimming in the hotel's rooftop pool at night while gazing out at the skyline, watching people in costume all weekend (it was Halloween weekend after all), and the Halloween parade. The food was simply incredible of course (NOLA is worth the trip just for this reason alone).
Austin: I had the best BBQ of my life. Rudy's. Thanks for the recommendation Doug, it blew our minds just as you said it would.
Driving through west Texas: We were in the middle of nowhere on I-10 and a sandstorm hit us. No big deal...in fact I thought it was kind of cool. However, I looked down at the fuel gauge and it was nearly on E. No biggie, I'll just get off at the next exit. Um...these exits don't go to towns. Hmm...there ARE no towns. Oh shit!!!! I went on the GPS to find the nearest gas station and it read 20 miles. My fuel gauge was a hair above E. Holy shit...not good. I turned off the A/C and started praying. I started having visions of walking 10 or more miles down I-10 in a sandstorm. Creepy. However, we managed to roll into the next gas station on fumes. Now I know how far I can go on empty!!
New Mexico: The most beautiful state by far. Simply AMAZING. I was mesmerized the entire day. The speed limit was 80, the roads were straight, and the vistas just breathtaking. Most of the time we were all alone on the road. I turned on the cruise control and took it all in. This by far was the highlight of the entire trip for me. We stopped at the Very Large Array observatory which does radio astronomy...remember that huge array of radio dishes in the movie Contact? That's the one. We also stopped in this tiny mountain town called 'Pie Town'. Yes, there were diners and yes we did stop for pie.
I really can't put into words how amazing New Mexico was....I HIGHLY recommend a road trip through the state. You won't regret it.
California: Soon after we crossed over the border it started POURING and it didn't stop until we got to Glendale. I've never seen such torrential rain in SoCal and it was scary as people have NO FUCKING CLUE how to drive in it around here.
So here we are, all settled into our new life. The townhouse we're at is gorgeous and our roommates are all very nice people. We've spent the last few days driving around a lot to give Aly a lay of the land. She's realized just how much she needs a car so today we're going to check out a used car she found online. I'm gonna do my best haggling. ;-)
The rain cleared up and it's been absolutely gorgeous over the last few days. 60's and not a cloud in the sky. We're still adjusting to the lifestyle but we are happy and glad to be here. I'm going to continue to write in this blog as the adventure has just begun!!
NOLA: We had a blast. Highlights included swimming in the hotel's rooftop pool at night while gazing out at the skyline, watching people in costume all weekend (it was Halloween weekend after all), and the Halloween parade. The food was simply incredible of course (NOLA is worth the trip just for this reason alone).
Austin: I had the best BBQ of my life. Rudy's. Thanks for the recommendation Doug, it blew our minds just as you said it would.
Driving through west Texas: We were in the middle of nowhere on I-10 and a sandstorm hit us. No big deal...in fact I thought it was kind of cool. However, I looked down at the fuel gauge and it was nearly on E. No biggie, I'll just get off at the next exit. Um...these exits don't go to towns. Hmm...there ARE no towns. Oh shit!!!! I went on the GPS to find the nearest gas station and it read 20 miles. My fuel gauge was a hair above E. Holy shit...not good. I turned off the A/C and started praying. I started having visions of walking 10 or more miles down I-10 in a sandstorm. Creepy. However, we managed to roll into the next gas station on fumes. Now I know how far I can go on empty!!
New Mexico: The most beautiful state by far. Simply AMAZING. I was mesmerized the entire day. The speed limit was 80, the roads were straight, and the vistas just breathtaking. Most of the time we were all alone on the road. I turned on the cruise control and took it all in. This by far was the highlight of the entire trip for me. We stopped at the Very Large Array observatory which does radio astronomy...remember that huge array of radio dishes in the movie Contact? That's the one. We also stopped in this tiny mountain town called 'Pie Town'. Yes, there were diners and yes we did stop for pie.
I really can't put into words how amazing New Mexico was....I HIGHLY recommend a road trip through the state. You won't regret it.
California: Soon after we crossed over the border it started POURING and it didn't stop until we got to Glendale. I've never seen such torrential rain in SoCal and it was scary as people have NO FUCKING CLUE how to drive in it around here.
So here we are, all settled into our new life. The townhouse we're at is gorgeous and our roommates are all very nice people. We've spent the last few days driving around a lot to give Aly a lay of the land. She's realized just how much she needs a car so today we're going to check out a used car she found online. I'm gonna do my best haggling. ;-)
The rain cleared up and it's been absolutely gorgeous over the last few days. 60's and not a cloud in the sky. We're still adjusting to the lifestyle but we are happy and glad to be here. I'm going to continue to write in this blog as the adventure has just begun!!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Cali Trip Day 3
I had horrible nightmares last night involving people breaking into my car and stealing what I'd left in it: my drumset hardware case, my cymbals, and my Ludwig Black Beauty Snaredrum.
Thankfully this didn't happen. I mean, shit, we WERE at a Super 8 Hotel in the middle of nowhere Tennessee.
We got back on the road at around 10. It was still raining but it was supposed to clear up. Aly threw in the next CD for the book-on-tape we're trying to get through. However, it wouldn't play. My CD player had been giving me problems recently but I always managed to get it to work. This time, no dice.
I decided to make some calls and try to get it replaced once we got to Nashville. We can't do the rest of this trip without a properly functioning stereo, and I was going to have to install a bluetooth-ready system once we got to L.A. anyways (California is a hands-free state). I asked Aly to grab my iPhone and google car audio installers in Nashville. She found one that came highly recommended so I called them up but the woman who answered sounded like she was still in bed. I hung up, but they quickly called back. This time a dude with a VERY twangy southern accent was on the other end and I chatted with him about our situation. Unfortunately he hadn't worked on many Acuras and wasn't sure if he could do the job. I needed to get this done fast and properly, so this guy wasn't going to cut it.
I decided to call Best Buy. I don't normally give the large corporation-type stores my business but I really couldn't afford to screw around with this. They told me they could get it taken care of, no problem.
The remainder of the drive was gorgeous. The skies cleared and we drove through rolling hills covered in peak foliage. It reminded me of the western mountains of Maine. For the first time of this trip my mind was clear and I could truly enjoy the moment. I looked over to see Aly curled up in a cute little ball of redhead, napping innocently. The weather was gorgeous, the traffic light, and my iPhone was playing Frank Zappa. Life was good.
Once we got to Nashville I drove straight to the Best Buy, chose a stereo, and dropped off my car to have them install it. In the meantime my long lost friend Cathy and her partner Mary met us for lunch.
After lunch I retrieved my car and followed Cathy and Mary back to their house. We drove through one of the most beautiful neighborhoods I've ever seen. Mansions with huge front yards and old maple trees were everywhere. Also, the foliage down here is in full force, so everything is particularly beautiful.
We parked my car, piled into Cathy's, and drove all around Nashville. I have to say this place isn't at all what I expected. It's modern, hip, clean, accessible, progressive, and still retains a community feel. I really really dig this place!!
After stopping for ice cream we headed back to their house for dinner. Aly and I were knackered so we just chilled out. Cathy and I reminisced about our college days and Aly snuggled up with their huge and incredibly friendly Doberman named Zoro.
Great day/night. The car situation was solved without a hitch and it has been wonderful seeing Cathy (it's been 12 years).
I am truly blessed to have such amazing people in my life. I don't think I could be out here doing what I'm doing without them. All of my family and friends, from Maine to California, are simply incredible people and I love them all dearly.
I dedicate this trip to you all.
Thankfully this didn't happen. I mean, shit, we WERE at a Super 8 Hotel in the middle of nowhere Tennessee.
We got back on the road at around 10. It was still raining but it was supposed to clear up. Aly threw in the next CD for the book-on-tape we're trying to get through. However, it wouldn't play. My CD player had been giving me problems recently but I always managed to get it to work. This time, no dice.
I decided to make some calls and try to get it replaced once we got to Nashville. We can't do the rest of this trip without a properly functioning stereo, and I was going to have to install a bluetooth-ready system once we got to L.A. anyways (California is a hands-free state). I asked Aly to grab my iPhone and google car audio installers in Nashville. She found one that came highly recommended so I called them up but the woman who answered sounded like she was still in bed. I hung up, but they quickly called back. This time a dude with a VERY twangy southern accent was on the other end and I chatted with him about our situation. Unfortunately he hadn't worked on many Acuras and wasn't sure if he could do the job. I needed to get this done fast and properly, so this guy wasn't going to cut it.
I decided to call Best Buy. I don't normally give the large corporation-type stores my business but I really couldn't afford to screw around with this. They told me they could get it taken care of, no problem.
The remainder of the drive was gorgeous. The skies cleared and we drove through rolling hills covered in peak foliage. It reminded me of the western mountains of Maine. For the first time of this trip my mind was clear and I could truly enjoy the moment. I looked over to see Aly curled up in a cute little ball of redhead, napping innocently. The weather was gorgeous, the traffic light, and my iPhone was playing Frank Zappa. Life was good.
Once we got to Nashville I drove straight to the Best Buy, chose a stereo, and dropped off my car to have them install it. In the meantime my long lost friend Cathy and her partner Mary met us for lunch.
After lunch I retrieved my car and followed Cathy and Mary back to their house. We drove through one of the most beautiful neighborhoods I've ever seen. Mansions with huge front yards and old maple trees were everywhere. Also, the foliage down here is in full force, so everything is particularly beautiful.
We parked my car, piled into Cathy's, and drove all around Nashville. I have to say this place isn't at all what I expected. It's modern, hip, clean, accessible, progressive, and still retains a community feel. I really really dig this place!!
After stopping for ice cream we headed back to their house for dinner. Aly and I were knackered so we just chilled out. Cathy and I reminisced about our college days and Aly snuggled up with their huge and incredibly friendly Doberman named Zoro.
Great day/night. The car situation was solved without a hitch and it has been wonderful seeing Cathy (it's been 12 years).
I am truly blessed to have such amazing people in my life. I don't think I could be out here doing what I'm doing without them. All of my family and friends, from Maine to California, are simply incredible people and I love them all dearly.
I dedicate this trip to you all.
Friday, October 28, 2011
The Trip to Cali: Day 1-2
After chilling at Aly's parents' idyllic posh lakefront house for a week or so, we packed up my car and hit the road. It was a rainy, cold, miserable day. Although I was very excited to be finally heading out west, on this day I would have rather stayed in bed late and padded around the house in pajamas all day, watching the rain pound the water's surface from the incredibly comfy confines of Chez Trasher. But alas, this was our scheduled departure day so off we went.
I was experiencing an incredible array of emotions during the first day of driving. Excitement, boredom, anxiety, sadness, joy, etc. It was a real rollercoaster. We listened to a book on tape (The Kite Runner), and the story was itself was quite heavy, so while it helped pass the time, it also enhanced the already emotional state I was in.
During a stop at a rest area in NY Aly suggested we stop in Philly for a cheese steak. I hadn't ever tried one so why the hell not? Philly we was only an hour or so out of the way. Aly txted her dad and asked him to suggest where we should go as he has traveled to Philly many times.
We ended up at this place called Geno's. I'm glad we did it, but it was meh.
Back on course, we completed the first leg of the trip and arrived at my brother's place in Baltimore. We were tired, somewhat dazed, and experiencing a plethora of emotions brought on by the surreal fact that we had actually gone through with everything. I still don't think it's fully hit me that I've left absolutely everything I know to start anew in a crazy place like Los Angeles.
Anyways, it was great to be in company of family. James and Sam took us out to a delicious dinner and for a short while my mind was distracted from the swirling thoughts and emotions surrounding what I am doing.
That night Aly and I barely slept. I think we're both going through similar challenges emotionally, and it kept us up for most of the night (along with the tick-tick-tick sound of their dog walking around on the hardwood floors).
I sure am glad we're in this together.
The next morning we awoke to bright sunlight. I already felt better. After coffee and a bagel we said our goodbyes and hit the road. We were both in better spirits, due to the clear skies but also to our slow acceptance of our new reality.
After several hours, the skies clouded up once again and it started pouring buckets. Fuck. We stopped a few times for gas and bathroom breaks but eventually made it to Johnson City after around 8 hours of driving. We listened to more of The Kite Runner and the story got EVEN MORE depressing. Oh well. Better to get this one out of the way during the rainy days...once we're in the south I'm sure spirits will be high and we will require a slightly less emotional story (I have Steve Jobs' Biography cued up for that leg of the trip!!).
Anyways, once we got to Johnson City, we checked into the hotel and then headed out for dinner. The book on tape we've been listening to was written by an Afghan and he often mentions middle-eastern food so we were both craving something along those lines. We manged to find the only Indian restaurant in town, and wouldn't you know it, it was excellent!
So here we are, back at our posh room at the Super 8 Hotel. Tomorrow we only have a 4+ hour drive to Nashville where my dear friend Cathy is hosting us for the night. More to come then!
I was experiencing an incredible array of emotions during the first day of driving. Excitement, boredom, anxiety, sadness, joy, etc. It was a real rollercoaster. We listened to a book on tape (The Kite Runner), and the story was itself was quite heavy, so while it helped pass the time, it also enhanced the already emotional state I was in.
During a stop at a rest area in NY Aly suggested we stop in Philly for a cheese steak. I hadn't ever tried one so why the hell not? Philly we was only an hour or so out of the way. Aly txted her dad and asked him to suggest where we should go as he has traveled to Philly many times.
We ended up at this place called Geno's. I'm glad we did it, but it was meh.
Back on course, we completed the first leg of the trip and arrived at my brother's place in Baltimore. We were tired, somewhat dazed, and experiencing a plethora of emotions brought on by the surreal fact that we had actually gone through with everything. I still don't think it's fully hit me that I've left absolutely everything I know to start anew in a crazy place like Los Angeles.
Anyways, it was great to be in company of family. James and Sam took us out to a delicious dinner and for a short while my mind was distracted from the swirling thoughts and emotions surrounding what I am doing.
That night Aly and I barely slept. I think we're both going through similar challenges emotionally, and it kept us up for most of the night (along with the tick-tick-tick sound of their dog walking around on the hardwood floors).
I sure am glad we're in this together.
The next morning we awoke to bright sunlight. I already felt better. After coffee and a bagel we said our goodbyes and hit the road. We were both in better spirits, due to the clear skies but also to our slow acceptance of our new reality.
After several hours, the skies clouded up once again and it started pouring buckets. Fuck. We stopped a few times for gas and bathroom breaks but eventually made it to Johnson City after around 8 hours of driving. We listened to more of The Kite Runner and the story got EVEN MORE depressing. Oh well. Better to get this one out of the way during the rainy days...once we're in the south I'm sure spirits will be high and we will require a slightly less emotional story (I have Steve Jobs' Biography cued up for that leg of the trip!!).
Anyways, once we got to Johnson City, we checked into the hotel and then headed out for dinner. The book on tape we've been listening to was written by an Afghan and he often mentions middle-eastern food so we were both craving something along those lines. We manged to find the only Indian restaurant in town, and wouldn't you know it, it was excellent!
So here we are, back at our posh room at the Super 8 Hotel. Tomorrow we only have a 4+ hour drive to Nashville where my dear friend Cathy is hosting us for the night. More to come then!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Last trip to my hometown for awhile...
Sorry for the lack of posts...the last 10 days were full of travel and work, often at the same time.
I enjoyed a weekend off several weeks back. Aly's brother Doug came into town and I accompanied him around town all weekend while Aly worked her last few days as a waitress (yay Aly!!). On Friday we spent a classic NYC evening out on the town. I say classic because it started at 11pm and ended at 5am. The next day we went to Coney Island. The boardwalk area reminded me of Venice Beach without all the crazies and pot clinics. We were going to try out some of the rides but the costs were ridiculous as they averaged $10-$20 per ride. Fuck that!
On Sunday Doug filled his car with a bunch of Aly's stuff and drove back up to MA. We headed up on Monday, crashed at her parent's place and continued on to Maine the next day.
It was lovely to be back in my hometown one last time before heading west. Since Aly had never been, I showed her all around town, and during the day we ended up stopping at my highschool. It was a surreal experience walking around in those halls; I hadn't been there in 16 years! Several of the teachers I had were still there and I was able to visit with them. I found it incredible how they immediately recognized me. Back then I had hair down to my shoulders, a lot more facial hair, and I was easily 20lbs bigger, but they still knew who I was.
I think the most interesting part was walking out onto the stage in the school's auditorium. I'd experienced many of my first performances in front of a larger audience there and so this was a very nostalgic moment. Vivid memories flooded my mind...I remembered all the talent shows, the band concerts, the theater pit gigs, the solos, everything. It was amazing.
I find it very interesting how my perspective on my roots has changed over the years. During my 20's all I wanted to do was get away from Waterville and see the world. I wanted to stop being the kid from the small town and learn more about life. Nowadays I still want to experience new places and things but I also feel the need to re-connect to my roots and give back. I've decided that once I have the means necessary I'm going to work with the school system in my hometown and help create the best music/art/thespian program in the state. Eventually I want Waterville to stop being known as the 'sports factory' it is and instead be on the map as somewhere where art is highly respected and where students are nurtured, developed, and encouraged to make it their careers.
For the rest of the week we chilled with my folks. I managed to prepare two of my drumkits for shipping. I've shipped drums before and the best way to do it while avoiding a melee of boxes is to take the heads off and put the shells inside one another. This technique helped me get two drumkits packed into 3 boxes, but it took all day.
I'm not sure when I'll be back to Waterville but I hope it is soon; it is a lovely town to visit.
By the way, we have 3 more days in NYC and then we're outta this god-damned pit. It's been real...real disgusting. Could someone tell me why they allow people to throw trash directly on the street? Why are there mountains of leaking trashbags everywhere??? Have trashcans been banned in this hell-hole? Someone please explain as it makes no sense to me whatsoever. Thanks.
I enjoyed a weekend off several weeks back. Aly's brother Doug came into town and I accompanied him around town all weekend while Aly worked her last few days as a waitress (yay Aly!!). On Friday we spent a classic NYC evening out on the town. I say classic because it started at 11pm and ended at 5am. The next day we went to Coney Island. The boardwalk area reminded me of Venice Beach without all the crazies and pot clinics. We were going to try out some of the rides but the costs were ridiculous as they averaged $10-$20 per ride. Fuck that!
On Sunday Doug filled his car with a bunch of Aly's stuff and drove back up to MA. We headed up on Monday, crashed at her parent's place and continued on to Maine the next day.
It was lovely to be back in my hometown one last time before heading west. Since Aly had never been, I showed her all around town, and during the day we ended up stopping at my highschool. It was a surreal experience walking around in those halls; I hadn't been there in 16 years! Several of the teachers I had were still there and I was able to visit with them. I found it incredible how they immediately recognized me. Back then I had hair down to my shoulders, a lot more facial hair, and I was easily 20lbs bigger, but they still knew who I was.
I think the most interesting part was walking out onto the stage in the school's auditorium. I'd experienced many of my first performances in front of a larger audience there and so this was a very nostalgic moment. Vivid memories flooded my mind...I remembered all the talent shows, the band concerts, the theater pit gigs, the solos, everything. It was amazing.
I find it very interesting how my perspective on my roots has changed over the years. During my 20's all I wanted to do was get away from Waterville and see the world. I wanted to stop being the kid from the small town and learn more about life. Nowadays I still want to experience new places and things but I also feel the need to re-connect to my roots and give back. I've decided that once I have the means necessary I'm going to work with the school system in my hometown and help create the best music/art/thespian program in the state. Eventually I want Waterville to stop being known as the 'sports factory' it is and instead be on the map as somewhere where art is highly respected and where students are nurtured, developed, and encouraged to make it their careers.
For the rest of the week we chilled with my folks. I managed to prepare two of my drumkits for shipping. I've shipped drums before and the best way to do it while avoiding a melee of boxes is to take the heads off and put the shells inside one another. This technique helped me get two drumkits packed into 3 boxes, but it took all day.
I'm not sure when I'll be back to Waterville but I hope it is soon; it is a lovely town to visit.
By the way, we have 3 more days in NYC and then we're outta this god-damned pit. It's been real...real disgusting. Could someone tell me why they allow people to throw trash directly on the street? Why are there mountains of leaking trashbags everywhere??? Have trashcans been banned in this hell-hole? Someone please explain as it makes no sense to me whatsoever. Thanks.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Long weekend in Boston
So I'm back in NYC after a long weekend in Boston. It was very calming...just what I needed. It seems NYC isn't so good for my anxiety issues....
I took the train this time, and holy shit is it ever luxurious after all of my previous bus experiences. I caught the 8:30a.m. train out of Penn Station. Super-easy to get there, the train was on-time, and I sat alone. What's not to love?? The seats are as big as a first-class seat on a plane, as is the leg room, and the ride is smooth and relaxing. The wifi even worked the whole time...how amazing!! I was able to listen to an entire broadcast of Coast To Coast AM with Art Bell using my new iPhone, although I ended up falling dead asleep soon after the train pulled out of the station.
Ahhh...this was indeed the best way to travel!! It's worth every penny.
I got off the train at Back Bay station and started to walk along the platform when I realized I had left my leather jacket on the luggage rack. SHIT! I thought maybe I'd have time to run back and retrieve it but the doors to the train started to close. I saw the conductor standing in one of said doors so I ran over and told him what had happened. The train suddenly started moving and he said there was nothing I could do but he'd find the jacket and leave it at the lost and found over at the South Station stop.
That's what I call customer service.
So I walked over to Kenmore Square, got the bus to Brighton, retrieved my car, and drove down to South Station. I walked over to the Amtrak lost and found area, was greeted by a very nice woman, and she happily went out back and retrieved my jacket. Phew!
Had this happened on a motherfucking bus, I'd have NEVER seen that jacket ever again.
So props to Amtrak, the ride was on time, smooth, easy, and the customer service was excellent.
The rest of the weekend was enjoyable. Saturday I had a gig in downtown Boston. Aly's brother Doug came by to check it out and then we went back to Wrentham where his parents' neighbors were having a birthday party. We hung out until some of the rich kids in attendance ruined it. I hung out for the rest of the weekend in Wrentham with Aly's family at they're fantastically relaxing home on Lake Pearl.
Aly came into town on Monday. I took her out and gave her a lesson on driving a stickshift. If we're going to drive cross-country together she's gonna have to do some of the driving! She did a very good job and managed to not fry my clutch.
We returned to NYC this morning. I made the executive decision to drive back and I'm glad I did; it was quick, painless, and traffic free.
Coming up next week we travel to Maine (my last time seeing my hometown before I head west). Stay tuned!
I took the train this time, and holy shit is it ever luxurious after all of my previous bus experiences. I caught the 8:30a.m. train out of Penn Station. Super-easy to get there, the train was on-time, and I sat alone. What's not to love?? The seats are as big as a first-class seat on a plane, as is the leg room, and the ride is smooth and relaxing. The wifi even worked the whole time...how amazing!! I was able to listen to an entire broadcast of Coast To Coast AM with Art Bell using my new iPhone, although I ended up falling dead asleep soon after the train pulled out of the station.
Ahhh...this was indeed the best way to travel!! It's worth every penny.
I got off the train at Back Bay station and started to walk along the platform when I realized I had left my leather jacket on the luggage rack. SHIT! I thought maybe I'd have time to run back and retrieve it but the doors to the train started to close. I saw the conductor standing in one of said doors so I ran over and told him what had happened. The train suddenly started moving and he said there was nothing I could do but he'd find the jacket and leave it at the lost and found over at the South Station stop.
That's what I call customer service.
So I walked over to Kenmore Square, got the bus to Brighton, retrieved my car, and drove down to South Station. I walked over to the Amtrak lost and found area, was greeted by a very nice woman, and she happily went out back and retrieved my jacket. Phew!
Had this happened on a motherfucking bus, I'd have NEVER seen that jacket ever again.
So props to Amtrak, the ride was on time, smooth, easy, and the customer service was excellent.
The rest of the weekend was enjoyable. Saturday I had a gig in downtown Boston. Aly's brother Doug came by to check it out and then we went back to Wrentham where his parents' neighbors were having a birthday party. We hung out until some of the rich kids in attendance ruined it. I hung out for the rest of the weekend in Wrentham with Aly's family at they're fantastically relaxing home on Lake Pearl.
Aly came into town on Monday. I took her out and gave her a lesson on driving a stickshift. If we're going to drive cross-country together she's gonna have to do some of the driving! She did a very good job and managed to not fry my clutch.
We returned to NYC this morning. I made the executive decision to drive back and I'm glad I did; it was quick, painless, and traffic free.
Coming up next week we travel to Maine (my last time seeing my hometown before I head west). Stay tuned!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
...well there haven't been any planes yet, but I now know how Steve Martin and John Candy felt.
Here's a typical Friday for me:
1. Wake up at the asscrack of dawn. Haul ass to subway and ride if for approx. 45 minutes to somewhere in Manhattan.
2. Wait in line for a bus for well over 45 minutes. Get on bus and pray no one sits next to me (these prayers are never fulfilled).
3. Sit on bus for approx. 5 hours.
4. Arrive in Boston. Exit bus, walk to subway.
5. Take the red line train to Park Street. Get off, transfer to the green line train and take that to Kenmore Square. Total ride time: 1 hour.
6. Get off the train, wait another 20-30 minutes for the 57 bus.
7. Ride the bus for 30 minutes to Brighton.
8. Climb into my car and drive from Brighton to east Cambridge in rush hour traffic (approx. 1 hour).
9. Arrive at my friend Kathryn's condo. Drive around for 15 minutes looking for a parking spot.
10. Park car, enter condo, collapse.
On Sunday I get to experience this all over again, except in reverse!!
I used to LOVE to travel.
Here's a typical Friday for me:
1. Wake up at the asscrack of dawn. Haul ass to subway and ride if for approx. 45 minutes to somewhere in Manhattan.
2. Wait in line for a bus for well over 45 minutes. Get on bus and pray no one sits next to me (these prayers are never fulfilled).
3. Sit on bus for approx. 5 hours.
4. Arrive in Boston. Exit bus, walk to subway.
5. Take the red line train to Park Street. Get off, transfer to the green line train and take that to Kenmore Square. Total ride time: 1 hour.
6. Get off the train, wait another 20-30 minutes for the 57 bus.
7. Ride the bus for 30 minutes to Brighton.
8. Climb into my car and drive from Brighton to east Cambridge in rush hour traffic (approx. 1 hour).
9. Arrive at my friend Kathryn's condo. Drive around for 15 minutes looking for a parking spot.
10. Park car, enter condo, collapse.
On Sunday I get to experience this all over again, except in reverse!!
I used to LOVE to travel.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Buses SUCK
Part of my plan to move to NYC included the need to come back to Boston on weekends to play gigs that I had already scheduled. No big deal, right? I can just take the bus! I've done that trip dozens of times. Simple!
Bullshit.
Here's the problem with that logic. All of my past trips to and from NYC via bus were spaced-out...maybe a few times a year. If a trip takes longer than expected (more on this in a moment), it's no big deal. However, string a bunch of these trips together over the course of a MONTH and the 'unexpected delays' get very annoying and start to mess up any sort of scheduling I might have planned around my ETA.
I'm in Boston for 2 days and 2 nights. I'm trying to squeeze in as much stuff as I can over that period of time. Gigs, teaching, practice, social hangs, sessions, etc. I still have a lot going on in Boston, so I gotta be frugal with my time. It really SUCKS when I have to dedicate an ENTIRE DAY to making a 225 mile trip, all the while not being able to make any solid plans on said day.
So just to really drive home how buses are the ABSOLUTE WORST way to travel, allow me to entertain you with stories from my last three trips.
Trip #1. I took the Megabus for this one. First thing to know about departing NYC on Megabus: the 'terminal' is nothing more than a bunch of divided lines in a parking lot. It might be 90 degrees. It might be pouring. It might be colder than a witch's titty. Doesn't matter...you're still gonna stand out there in line waiting for your bus. On this particular trip, it was almost 100 degrees out. Did I mention this 'terminal' has no shade whatsoever? So there I am, standing there, sweating up a storm, parched, and guess what? The bus is running late. 45 minutes later, the bus pulls up. I had a terrible sunburn and I'm suffering from extreme dehydration. Ever sat on a bus for 4+ hours with blisters on your shoulders and a monumental headache? Just take the Megabus during the warmer months out of NYC.
Trip #2. I waited too long to book my tickets so everything was expensive. Aly suggests I check out a bus line called Lucky Star. I look it up and it's only $15 each way so I booked a round-trip ticket.
The website says the bus leaves from an address in Chinatown. Red flag #1. So on Friday morning I hauled my ass all the way down there from Queens (50 minutes on the subway) and upon exiting the station I'm welcomed by the stench of rotting meat and throngs of people. I found my way to the bus station (which was nothing more than a small office in between two Chinese restaurants). I got in line to board the bus and the driver started yelling at everyone to "HURRY THE HELL UP WE'RE LATE!!". Nice to see such a display of professionalism!!
Suddenly this asian woman appeared. "Ice cold wahtah one dallah. Ice cold wahtah one dallah." Over and over and over again. I had to step back from the whole scene and chuckle. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.
I got on the bus and luckily I had the row to myself. Unluckily there was a woman sitting behind me speaking LOUDLY in her cellphone. Her 4 year old son was kicking the back of my seat. I gave them a look, and then 15 minutes later I turned around to ask her to please quiet down. "No habla anglais." Uh huh sure.
About an hour into the ride the bus suddenly came to a stop and the driver comes back and yells at everyone to "STOP PRESSING THE GODDAMN NOTIFICATION BUTTON." Very professional.
The rest of the ride up was uneventful, aside from hitting traffic that would have rivaled the 101 in L.A. during rush hour. The return trip was also uneventful, other than when the bathroom backed-up and the entire bus smelled like raw sewage for the rest of the trip. Yep, good times.
Trip #3. This morning I decided to take an earlier bus because I needed to make a rehearsal in Boston around 7pm. I figured the 10am bus would give me plenty of time EVEN if there was traffic.
Nice try.
First of all, the bus was nearly an hour late. Then, it took over an hour just to get out of Manhattan. This was partly due to the fact that the bus randomly stopped for 30 minutes near 130th street. No explanation from the driver. We just pulled over and chilled out for awhile.
So finally when the bus DID get going, the trip wasn't so bad. Unbelievably we hit stop and go traffic at 2 in the afternoon but it didn't last long. We roll on into Boston, and with all the delays prior I was just barely going to make this rehearsal. Then it all goes to shit.
We were on the pike somewhere downtown. The bus was about to enter into a tunnel when suddenly it pulled over. 15 minutes went by and FINALLY the driver got on the intercom and explained that we were 'being held for a few moments in order to get the bus back on schedule'. WTF?? No one had a clue what this meant, but we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
30 minutes later the driver came back on the intercom and explained that the bus could not fit in the tunnel and we were waiting for state police to help us back out. Everyone thought it was a joke. It wasn't. The cops show up and apparently they told the driver that we could go into the tunnel but we had to take the first exit. This put us somewhere slightly off-course but we were a matter of blocks from south station. We drove up the ramp, off of the pike, and onto a surface road. Everyone in the bus cheered (no joke).
Then we stopped at a traffic light....for 20 minutes. Again, like in Manhattan, no explanation.
One guy got up, banged on the door, and got out. People started yelling. Anger began to spread throughout the Megabus. I just held my head in my hands and tried to laugh.
Finally the bus started moving, and again everyone in the bus cheered. We started down one road, made a turn, then went halfway through an intersection. We stopped and then started backing up. The problem is, the driver couldn't see where he was going. A woman who was waiting in the blocked traffic got out of her car and started waving the driver through. Amazing.
So we backed up and made the turn. Then the bus comes to a screeching halt. Apparently the driver didn't mean to make this turn after all. So what does he do? He pulls a U-TURN right in the motherfucking middle of downtown Boston. I still can't believe it, but he did it. Double-decker bus...downtown Boston...rush hour....u-turn....pretty insane eh??
So after executing this retarded u-turn we got back on track and made it to south station.
Everyone cheered once again.
So, I hope these stories have shed some light onto why my attitude towards buses is slightly negative. Unfortunately I've already booked my return bus trip to NYC on Sunday. However, screw saving the $50 or whatever it is. I'm taking the fucking train from now on!!!!
Bullshit.
Here's the problem with that logic. All of my past trips to and from NYC via bus were spaced-out...maybe a few times a year. If a trip takes longer than expected (more on this in a moment), it's no big deal. However, string a bunch of these trips together over the course of a MONTH and the 'unexpected delays' get very annoying and start to mess up any sort of scheduling I might have planned around my ETA.
I'm in Boston for 2 days and 2 nights. I'm trying to squeeze in as much stuff as I can over that period of time. Gigs, teaching, practice, social hangs, sessions, etc. I still have a lot going on in Boston, so I gotta be frugal with my time. It really SUCKS when I have to dedicate an ENTIRE DAY to making a 225 mile trip, all the while not being able to make any solid plans on said day.
So just to really drive home how buses are the ABSOLUTE WORST way to travel, allow me to entertain you with stories from my last three trips.
Trip #1. I took the Megabus for this one. First thing to know about departing NYC on Megabus: the 'terminal' is nothing more than a bunch of divided lines in a parking lot. It might be 90 degrees. It might be pouring. It might be colder than a witch's titty. Doesn't matter...you're still gonna stand out there in line waiting for your bus. On this particular trip, it was almost 100 degrees out. Did I mention this 'terminal' has no shade whatsoever? So there I am, standing there, sweating up a storm, parched, and guess what? The bus is running late. 45 minutes later, the bus pulls up. I had a terrible sunburn and I'm suffering from extreme dehydration. Ever sat on a bus for 4+ hours with blisters on your shoulders and a monumental headache? Just take the Megabus during the warmer months out of NYC.
Trip #2. I waited too long to book my tickets so everything was expensive. Aly suggests I check out a bus line called Lucky Star. I look it up and it's only $15 each way so I booked a round-trip ticket.
The website says the bus leaves from an address in Chinatown. Red flag #1. So on Friday morning I hauled my ass all the way down there from Queens (50 minutes on the subway) and upon exiting the station I'm welcomed by the stench of rotting meat and throngs of people. I found my way to the bus station (which was nothing more than a small office in between two Chinese restaurants). I got in line to board the bus and the driver started yelling at everyone to "HURRY THE HELL UP WE'RE LATE!!". Nice to see such a display of professionalism!!
Suddenly this asian woman appeared. "Ice cold wahtah one dallah. Ice cold wahtah one dallah." Over and over and over again. I had to step back from the whole scene and chuckle. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.
I got on the bus and luckily I had the row to myself. Unluckily there was a woman sitting behind me speaking LOUDLY in her cellphone. Her 4 year old son was kicking the back of my seat. I gave them a look, and then 15 minutes later I turned around to ask her to please quiet down. "No habla anglais." Uh huh sure.
About an hour into the ride the bus suddenly came to a stop and the driver comes back and yells at everyone to "STOP PRESSING THE GODDAMN NOTIFICATION BUTTON." Very professional.
The rest of the ride up was uneventful, aside from hitting traffic that would have rivaled the 101 in L.A. during rush hour. The return trip was also uneventful, other than when the bathroom backed-up and the entire bus smelled like raw sewage for the rest of the trip. Yep, good times.
Trip #3. This morning I decided to take an earlier bus because I needed to make a rehearsal in Boston around 7pm. I figured the 10am bus would give me plenty of time EVEN if there was traffic.
Nice try.
First of all, the bus was nearly an hour late. Then, it took over an hour just to get out of Manhattan. This was partly due to the fact that the bus randomly stopped for 30 minutes near 130th street. No explanation from the driver. We just pulled over and chilled out for awhile.
So finally when the bus DID get going, the trip wasn't so bad. Unbelievably we hit stop and go traffic at 2 in the afternoon but it didn't last long. We roll on into Boston, and with all the delays prior I was just barely going to make this rehearsal. Then it all goes to shit.
We were on the pike somewhere downtown. The bus was about to enter into a tunnel when suddenly it pulled over. 15 minutes went by and FINALLY the driver got on the intercom and explained that we were 'being held for a few moments in order to get the bus back on schedule'. WTF?? No one had a clue what this meant, but we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
30 minutes later the driver came back on the intercom and explained that the bus could not fit in the tunnel and we were waiting for state police to help us back out. Everyone thought it was a joke. It wasn't. The cops show up and apparently they told the driver that we could go into the tunnel but we had to take the first exit. This put us somewhere slightly off-course but we were a matter of blocks from south station. We drove up the ramp, off of the pike, and onto a surface road. Everyone in the bus cheered (no joke).
Then we stopped at a traffic light....for 20 minutes. Again, like in Manhattan, no explanation.
One guy got up, banged on the door, and got out. People started yelling. Anger began to spread throughout the Megabus. I just held my head in my hands and tried to laugh.
Finally the bus started moving, and again everyone in the bus cheered. We started down one road, made a turn, then went halfway through an intersection. We stopped and then started backing up. The problem is, the driver couldn't see where he was going. A woman who was waiting in the blocked traffic got out of her car and started waving the driver through. Amazing.
So we backed up and made the turn. Then the bus comes to a screeching halt. Apparently the driver didn't mean to make this turn after all. So what does he do? He pulls a U-TURN right in the motherfucking middle of downtown Boston. I still can't believe it, but he did it. Double-decker bus...downtown Boston...rush hour....u-turn....pretty insane eh??
So after executing this retarded u-turn we got back on track and made it to south station.
Everyone cheered once again.
So, I hope these stories have shed some light onto why my attitude towards buses is slightly negative. Unfortunately I've already booked my return bus trip to NYC on Sunday. However, screw saving the $50 or whatever it is. I'm taking the fucking train from now on!!!!
Friday, September 9, 2011
My eyes are open
I had a rather sheltered childhood in Maine. I was never exposed to things like poverty or extreme racism. When I moved to Boston for college, I definitely got an eyeful and my perspective on life changed drastically. Ever since then I've tried my best to give back by teaching, volunteering, whatever I can do to help others, particularly those who are less fortunate.
I thought I knew everything about what made the world turn after living in Boston and doing some world-traveling.
Then I moved to NYC.
In the two weeks since I arrived I've seen levels of poverty and racism here that far exceed anything I've seen in my 34 years. My perspective on life is changing once again, except this time it's not in a positive way. I'm finding myself feeling a lot of sadness lately, and at first I thought it was just from missing my friends, family, and former home. But it isn't that.
There's so much hatred in our world and it's fully permeated our so-called "free" society. I think it's hard to fully understand or appreciate how bad it really is without living somewhere like NYC where people are piled on-top of each other...people from all different backgrounds; particularly culturally and socioeconomically. I see a 'tipping point' of sorts that gets exceeded all the time in the big city. And it's ugly, disappointing, but most of all sad.
I'm not on a soap-box here. I'm not trying to point out a problem with an underlying intention to get people to think about how to fix it. That isn't the purpose of this blog. I'm just describing my experiences. And at this point, my experience of NYC is the most poignant love/hate relationship I've ever had.
I thought I knew everything about what made the world turn after living in Boston and doing some world-traveling.
Then I moved to NYC.
In the two weeks since I arrived I've seen levels of poverty and racism here that far exceed anything I've seen in my 34 years. My perspective on life is changing once again, except this time it's not in a positive way. I'm finding myself feeling a lot of sadness lately, and at first I thought it was just from missing my friends, family, and former home. But it isn't that.
There's so much hatred in our world and it's fully permeated our so-called "free" society. I think it's hard to fully understand or appreciate how bad it really is without living somewhere like NYC where people are piled on-top of each other...people from all different backgrounds; particularly culturally and socioeconomically. I see a 'tipping point' of sorts that gets exceeded all the time in the big city. And it's ugly, disappointing, but most of all sad.
I'm not on a soap-box here. I'm not trying to point out a problem with an underlying intention to get people to think about how to fix it. That isn't the purpose of this blog. I'm just describing my experiences. And at this point, my experience of NYC is the most poignant love/hate relationship I've ever had.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Weekend back in Boston
Part of my plan to move to NYC included returning to Boston on the weekends to do gigs I have previously booked. This weekend was my first jaunt back to beantown.
I drove up on Saturday morning. I left Queens around 7am as I had to be at my studio in Winchester to teach a lesson at noon and I wanted some time to chill beforehand. I figured the chances of hitting traffic that early in the morning were slim.
Wrong.
Just as I got into Westchester the highway turned into a parking lot. Took 30 minutes to get through it, and there was no apparent cause. Traffic jams with no obvious reason are the worst!!
I managed to average 80-85mph for the rest of the drive so despite the mysterious traffic jam I still made it to my studio at around 11:30. Taught the lesson and then enjoyed a nice long 4-hour practice session. I hadn't played in nearly a week so it felt great to sink my teeth into my regular regimen.
Saturday night I visited my friends Louis and Jannine. I've known them for around 10 years and they're like family to me. They have two beautiful daughters whom I've watched grow up. It's been nice as I've lived vicariously through their child-bearing experiences and I get a bit of the 'family' experience while remaining single and childless (which is on purpose).
Sunday I chilled out with my friend Kathryn (whom is so generously offering her couch to me during my weekend visits to Boston) and her little terrier Body. The hectic and logistically nightmarish lifestyle I've created could not be possible without amazing friends like Kathryn, and while I know she'll never read this blog (she's too busy), I have to send her much love and thanks for everything she's doing for me.
Sunday night I had a gig with my GB band Freestyle at the Museum of Science in Cambridge. I've been working with that band for 7 years now and I consider all of the band members dear friends. I know the remaining gigs I have with this band may well be my last so I'm trying to cherish the times I spend with these truly amazing musicians and human beings while they last. It's rare to get 9 people together and make great music night after night without tons of drama and bullshit.
I drove up on Saturday morning. I left Queens around 7am as I had to be at my studio in Winchester to teach a lesson at noon and I wanted some time to chill beforehand. I figured the chances of hitting traffic that early in the morning were slim.
Wrong.
Just as I got into Westchester the highway turned into a parking lot. Took 30 minutes to get through it, and there was no apparent cause. Traffic jams with no obvious reason are the worst!!
I managed to average 80-85mph for the rest of the drive so despite the mysterious traffic jam I still made it to my studio at around 11:30. Taught the lesson and then enjoyed a nice long 4-hour practice session. I hadn't played in nearly a week so it felt great to sink my teeth into my regular regimen.
Saturday night I visited my friends Louis and Jannine. I've known them for around 10 years and they're like family to me. They have two beautiful daughters whom I've watched grow up. It's been nice as I've lived vicariously through their child-bearing experiences and I get a bit of the 'family' experience while remaining single and childless (which is on purpose).
Sunday I chilled out with my friend Kathryn (whom is so generously offering her couch to me during my weekend visits to Boston) and her little terrier Body. The hectic and logistically nightmarish lifestyle I've created could not be possible without amazing friends like Kathryn, and while I know she'll never read this blog (she's too busy), I have to send her much love and thanks for everything she's doing for me.
Sunday night I had a gig with my GB band Freestyle at the Museum of Science in Cambridge. I've been working with that band for 7 years now and I consider all of the band members dear friends. I know the remaining gigs I have with this band may well be my last so I'm trying to cherish the times I spend with these truly amazing musicians and human beings while they last. It's rare to get 9 people together and make great music night after night without tons of drama and bullshit.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The subway no longer makes my head spin
I think I have the subway figured out now...mostly. I've been getting around on it by myself and so far so good. Also, Aly turned me onto a site called hopstop.com. Amazing!! I put the app on my phone and it's completely brilliant. Anyone with a smartphone who lives in a major metropolitan area should get this...you'll never be lost again.
Oh and just a quick anecdote. I spotted Reggie Watts in Brooklyn last night. I asked him to sing my favorite song of his, "Fuck Shit Stack" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJQU22Ttpwc), but he said he can't perform it unless he has a dancing group of hipster chicks behind him. I scratched my head....but we're in Williamsburg? Should be easy to make that happen...
Oh and just a quick anecdote. I spotted Reggie Watts in Brooklyn last night. I asked him to sing my favorite song of his, "Fuck Shit Stack" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJQU22Ttpwc), but he said he can't perform it unless he has a dancing group of hipster chicks behind him. I scratched my head....but we're in Williamsburg? Should be easy to make that happen...
Monday, August 29, 2011
I've Arrived
Just finished loading my stuff into Aly's place, setting everything up, and unpacking clothes. Feels nice to sit at my desk again.
The drive down here was the same as always - a huge tease. I left Boston around 11am and was able to keep an average speed of 80 all the way down to New Haven. Had my GPS's ETA held I would've done the drive in just under 3.5 hrs. However, once I hit the Merritt Parkway all hell broke loose. After about 10 miles it was a fucking parking lot.
From there it was pockets of stop and go traffic, and then when I got into NY it was a shit-show. In the end it took me nearly 4.5 hours to get here.
I'm having weird bouts of random emotions. I'll get excited, then I'll start getting sad, then anxious, then excited again. I think the biggest challenge right now, aside from getting work, is developing a new social circle. I have a small number of close friends in Boston but I know many hundreds of people whom I can consider acquaintances and/or colleagues. For me that provides a big sense of security and makes me feel 'home'. I have a rather decent number of colleagues down here but I don't really know anyone whom I can call a close friend (aside from Aly). I already miss my Boston friends terribly...
I suppose that's all part of the experience. It's going to take some time to feel 'at home' around here. I will say though that this neighborhood is quite nice. There are trees and nice people and it isn't overly hectic in terms of honking horns and such.
It ain't at all like my old neighborhood though, that's for sure!!
My goal for this week is to find work. Live gig, scoring, teaching, engineering, whatever. I just want to hit the ground running. Lots of emails and phone calls tomorrow!!!
The drive down here was the same as always - a huge tease. I left Boston around 11am and was able to keep an average speed of 80 all the way down to New Haven. Had my GPS's ETA held I would've done the drive in just under 3.5 hrs. However, once I hit the Merritt Parkway all hell broke loose. After about 10 miles it was a fucking parking lot.
From there it was pockets of stop and go traffic, and then when I got into NY it was a shit-show. In the end it took me nearly 4.5 hours to get here.
I'm having weird bouts of random emotions. I'll get excited, then I'll start getting sad, then anxious, then excited again. I think the biggest challenge right now, aside from getting work, is developing a new social circle. I have a small number of close friends in Boston but I know many hundreds of people whom I can consider acquaintances and/or colleagues. For me that provides a big sense of security and makes me feel 'home'. I have a rather decent number of colleagues down here but I don't really know anyone whom I can call a close friend (aside from Aly). I already miss my Boston friends terribly...
I suppose that's all part of the experience. It's going to take some time to feel 'at home' around here. I will say though that this neighborhood is quite nice. There are trees and nice people and it isn't overly hectic in terms of honking horns and such.
It ain't at all like my old neighborhood though, that's for sure!!
My goal for this week is to find work. Live gig, scoring, teaching, engineering, whatever. I just want to hit the ground running. Lots of emails and phone calls tomorrow!!!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Packing
I'm getting ready to move to NYC. I've tried my best to purge all the bullshit I don't need. This includes furniture and miscellaneous crap. I always prided myself on not having much stuff but this has been challenging to say the least. I tried to sell what furniture I DID have but aside from several small pieces none of it interested anyone so I donated it to charity. Can't have enough good karma!!
My plan is to fill my car with a desk, my computer stuff, studio monitors, clothes, and a very select few miscellaneous items. The stack of shit I've collected in my living room is comparable in size to my typical gig drumkit so I'm confident I can fit it all. If not, I have a contingency plan in place - lose the desk. I can always buy one in NYC.
I still have some crap to leave out for the trash tomorrow morning...including my mattress. I hate to trash it as it's expensive and only several years old but no one wanted it and Goodwill won't take beds. Seems like a waste but what else can I do...?
Ok...time to relax and enjoy the rest of my last evening as a Bostonian. This move hasn't settled in yet...I've been in Boston for nearly 13 years so leaving is surreal, frightening, exciting, but most of all necessary. I love Boston, always will, it'll always feel like home. I'll miss this place so much....
My plan is to fill my car with a desk, my computer stuff, studio monitors, clothes, and a very select few miscellaneous items. The stack of shit I've collected in my living room is comparable in size to my typical gig drumkit so I'm confident I can fit it all. If not, I have a contingency plan in place - lose the desk. I can always buy one in NYC.
I still have some crap to leave out for the trash tomorrow morning...including my mattress. I hate to trash it as it's expensive and only several years old but no one wanted it and Goodwill won't take beds. Seems like a waste but what else can I do...?
Ok...time to relax and enjoy the rest of my last evening as a Bostonian. This move hasn't settled in yet...I've been in Boston for nearly 13 years so leaving is surreal, frightening, exciting, but most of all necessary. I love Boston, always will, it'll always feel like home. I'll miss this place so much....
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