Took Monday off work, because - seriously - who in America today thinks we DON'T need to think deeply about Martin Luther King Jr., and his message?

Spent the day playing heavy metal with old friends, and writing some new material. Two vignettes to consider:

Scene 1:

Bass player: "Hey... remember that song we never finished 19 years ago? That would be cool to finish."

Guitarist: (pulls out phone and plugs into PA system) "This one?"

Bass player/drummer: "Yeah!"

All: look around at each other, silently wondering how it took less than two minutes to find a recording on a phone of an unfinished song the band tried to write 19 years ago.

Scene 2:

Me: "We should play (old metal song we haven't played in 30 years)."

All: "Yeah!"

Bass/Guitar/Me: "But how does it start...?"

Drummer: "Like this..." plays the intro drum figure...

All: instantly begin playing the song, and play the entire thing through, with only one moment of confusion where we mis-counted the number of bars during the guitar solo...

song ends

All: looking around at each other, "Woah."

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Right now I am at work, in denial about the goddamn 100-page proposal I need to produce in the next 24 hours, because the customer is unreasonable and the sales department has failed to provide me with ANY information that I need to build this document before the shipping deadline at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon.

I hate being taken for granted.