EconoVille
Probably the worst time amongst all the best times was the one time the Motel Slant-Six appeared in the Acton St. driveway in the middle of weirdly sweltery Berkeley flats night.
My editor was behind the wheel with a lump the size of a grapefruit on the side of his neck.
That time we ended up having breakfast on the Colorado Rockies.
In Tuscon Arizona.
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My editor always said there are only two kinds of people in this world, "splitters and clumpers".
If you have ever watched me eat, you will know that I am a splitter.
However, as is the case with everything my editor said, I have always taken this edict with a grain of salt.
But I do always take it.
Now though, ever since I listened to this, on the Pod, in the (notso)Microbus, awhile back, I have decided to take a new edict without any condiments whatsoever.
This one is from DBoon of The Minutemen, and it goes like this:
"There are only two things in life - gigs and flyers."
I'm pretty sure he's right, especially for anybody who does whatever they do to put themselves out there.
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Of course, this does have me wondering what blogging is, exactly, although I do know one thing that it is not - and that is the fantastic tour diaries/reportage of Minuteman#2, Mike Watt, wherein every single word is a gig, in and of itself.
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