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09.07.04 (7:46 pm)   [edit]
It looks pretty much solid now that I will have a new teaching job by this time next week. I've had a few guitar students on my own, but hardly enough to make real money. I've been supplementing this dismal income with yard work, but that's not been much of a deal either. I've tried to get a few other things (including a stupid non-audition for the bass chair in a theatre band) but none of that's happened.

But a nearby store that opened a few weeks ago needs teachers, and I talked to the guy tonight about setting a schedule up. He actually asked me for ideas. He has enough students to be a good start, split between me and a guy who actually knows more than half a dozen country licks. Which is good since I feel supremely inadequate at teaching that stuff, and listening to a few of the old bluegrass guys playing the first night I went into this store, (and kicking some ungodly amounts of ass) I'd just as soon let someone else deal with that kind of pressure.

But the money will be good, the store should keep drawing in enough students to make me reasonably comfortable, and the guy running the place seems to be a decent guy. (A plus considering a few of the scumfuck shitheads I've seen in the music retail business.) I'll eventually want at least twice as many students as he has for me right now, but this is a fine start and I'm not worried.

It's not playing bass in a psycho-prog-punk-reggae-f usion-space-rock-death-cr unch-XTC-meets-Uriah-Heep -at-Penderecki's-house-wt ih-a-healthy-dose-of-They -Might-Be-Ozric-Miles-Dav is with a couple Neil Young covers throw in, but hey, it's a decent gig. Teaching has never been my favortie thing in the world, but at least it doesn't make my head explode. Well, not usually.

So for fuck's sake, somebody out there send some happy fuckin' thoughts this way. I need this gig to work out. I've found fuck-all else that's worth a damn around here.

Dick Cheney is the Anti-Christ,
Dougie