Recipe
For self-esteem boost:
Drop about 35 pounds
Go to friend’s wedding
It all started on the way home from a gig with my cover band once day. We got to talking about band names for the project I was working on with Craig Davis (which has since become The Toreadors) and my band mate Donnie, kept coming up with random things, sometimes culled from passing road signs. One random one from his head was “The Skagnastics”, which we found amusing, but then he came up with one that for some reason just made us laugh our asses off. Treasure Pie. This amused us way more than it should have.
I relayed this story to Craig and a week later he had written a song called “Treasure Pie”. It was a fun, silly little ditty, and my mind immediately had a vision for it. A vision of drunken pirates, a peg-legged tap dancing pirate, tubas, accordions, kazoos, and general insanity.
Last night and today, I took the demo Craig had recorded and added my own insanity into the mix. I was far more pleased than I should be, and find it all terribly amusing and catchy at the same time.
So grab your grog, and experience Treasure Pie.
Yesterday Jess and I went “window shopping” for a Toyota Prius. Afterward, I took her to the home builder place where she worked the afternoon as a “working interview” for the job she’s trying for there. We got there early and look ed at the model home they have which is, of course, totally decked out. So by the end of the day I was really feeling kinda bummed about not being rich and famous. I want a big fancy house and a Toyota Prius!
Then something dawned on me. Whenever I get these feelings, or when I feel dissatisfied with my place in life, it’s not really a longing feeling, but more of a missing feeling. I feel like a “has been” who once had it all, but now must struggle working for “The Man” to get by. It made me wonder if I had been a highly successful actor or musician in some past life or something (if you believe in that kind of thing).
Either way, it still sucks.