First off, Happy Thanksgiving! I am so thankful for my friends (current and future), girlfriend, family, and bandmates. I think picking up an instrument has always been a perfect storm for me. I would never be doing what I am without all of your continued love and support. Thank you.
Now, to the bazaar stuff.
I only read the news before bed. I also fear that I’m going crazy. Both are true. It was about 2 years ago that we moved into our little palace over the dentist’s office. When we moved in we quickly decided to go without cable. All that I would miss were Bruin’s games (which I’ve found a way around… shhh) and the Discover Channel (Mythbusters to be exact).
Before I moved to where I am now, I made a conscious effort to be mindful of my daily news intake (other than Colbert and The Daily show… I guess I forgot Comedy Central). Honestly… it’s just so damn depressing. But now, working from home and without TV in the house I’ve found myself waiting until just before bed to sit and read the news on my phone. Apparently the only time of day that I am willing to sacrifice for police brutality and more Michele Bachmann bullshit is my sleep. What I find even more crazy is that it’s kind of addicting… in a pretty ef’ed up sort of way. One article after another about how all of us are going to hell in a hand basket… I have got to stop and I don’t understand why I can’t.
I know, that sounds bad. Being up on current events is important, so perhaps I just need to change my intake method. As of now, I get sucked into the news for an hour or two every night before bed, then when I finally muster the courage, or when my phone dies, I put it away and try to sleep. But I’m still stuck awake mulling everything over for another hour or two before I finally pass out.
This is where the crazy comes in. Not only am I stuck awake, but I’m usually exhausted and borderline delirious by this point, so at first I’ll be pondering Greece’s financial crisis, then I’ll find myself actually panicking as I drift in and out of sleep about having never had a gyro in Greece before everyone just packs up and (grape) leaves!
But fear not. In my dream that night I was actually attending Yanni at the Acropolis 2 (God, I hope it was in 3D) where Yanni himself (in a tux) handed me a gyro… that had a pound of french fries sticking out of the top… because someone told me recently that Greek gyros have french fries in them… go figure.
Currently it’s 1:30am the morning after Thanksgiving. My goal tonight is simple. Take a night off from reading the news. They say that the last thing you are thinking of before sleep makes its way into your dreams. So here is my concern: if I typically start with the Greek financial meltdown and end with Yanni 2… what happens tonight when I start with Yanni?