Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

And Yet Again Another Special Guest Post

Previous guitar introductions:

Ding was my first. I heartlessly traded him in for the Fender named Blondie.
Uncle Alvarez was my first acoustic. He was beloved, then cast aside after I got the Blue Washburn guitar.
Blondie is a very heavy Fender. Blondie is used primarily for ironic electric covers of "Your Cheatin' Heart" and the like.
The Bass With No Name arrived and was played for about a week, and then joined the other unused guitars in what has essentially become the Guitar Larder, the place I go when I needed a backup guitar when my main guitar does not suit. 
And the main guitar always suits.

At least, it suited until I started trying to play the finger-picking accompaniment with my thumb, and now I just can't stretch my fingers on to the frets I need to.

So, meet Baby, a 3/4 size yellow orange guitar.

Baby says:

Hello? Can you hear me? I'm Baby. I'm a distant relative of the blue Washburn guitar looming behind me. It's a real Washburn, whereas I'm of the "Oscar Schmidt for Washburn" branch of the family. Obviously my cousin is much bigger, and has an electric output, and has a wider neck, which seems to be why I've been called up from the farm team. I've always had a skinny neck and a short body and it seems some people prefer that sometimes. This lady I'm with now keeps stroking my neck and cackling.

Of course, to make way for me, some lesser-used guitars had to be put to better purpose. The bass guitar and some guitar named Uncle Alvarez have taken my place at the used guitar store. I hope I'll be helpful here. I wouldn't want to be sent back.

Big Night For BNL Fans

Way back in May 2009, I was sad that BNL had broken up, and did not like the new situation.

Little did I know that a mere nine years later, BNL would be playing together again - temporarily.

Tonight they get inducted into the Canadian Rock and Roll Hall of Fame at the Juno Awards. (Economic Canadians - they don't have a separate rock and roll induction party but wrap it instead into the Junos, which seem to be the Canadian Grammys.)

And since they are being inducted, all the past members are getting together to play "If I Had a Million Dollars" and "One Week". All the members - including Steve and also the bass player's brother Andy, who was the early pianist, I think.

Supposedly I'll be able to watch it live today (Sunday March 25) if I go here.

I anticipate that it will make me sad and nostalgic.

 

 

Further Torture from Gary

Because he threw me out of bed seven years ago, Gary can stay up till dawn while I sleep comfortably in our guest room. Usually I am very happy with this arrangement, because he can stay up all night and I can sleep all night.

Lately, though, this has been happening:

1. I wake up to use the bathroom at 2 am.
2. I come back to my bed, half awake, and pull off the covers.
3. Gary is there hiding under the covers and it scares the hell out of me.
4. Gary finds this very funny.

Thankfully, I've just peed, so I don't wet myself, but I fall for it every time - which has been seven times.  I think the last three times he added a moan or a hiss when I throw off the cover to further add to the terror.

Last night he decided to switch it up and he hid behind the door. My mind said, "That little shit!" as the same moment my body screamed. It was as if I recognized him and THOUGHT HE WAS A MURDERER simultaneously.

 

 

And So It Begins

While we were in New Orleans, Gary greatly coveted one of the "throws" from the Bosom Buddies breast cancer awareness Krewe. Sadly, we were up too high on our balcony to catch any, but they were palm-sized breast stress balls. 

Of course I got him one for his birthday month. He appreciated it. Then this is what was next to my face when I woke up in my bed the next day.

The "hide the toy" game is afoot. So far it has been cuddled up with the rat skeleton, in the fridge, and in the drawer by my bed where I put the remote.