So, I’ve been stuck on the couch all day today in intense pain, with nothing to do but poke around on my computer. The bad, I seem to have messed up my keyboard shortcut controls and now everything is borked. The good, I’ve configured my phone to post to Plasticwater and found a way to purge all the old spam comments that I had let go for so long. I also added a new page, due to popular demand. I began posting Facebook updates that I jokingly called “Stober’s Quote of the Night” when I heard someone say something hilarious while I was at work. Well, after a while, I kept hearing from people that I ran into how much they liked reading those little quotes, and they said I should compile them all in one place. So, there you have it. They have their own page on Plasticwater now, and I’ll update that as more happen.

I’ve heard a lot of people telling me I should write a book about my experiences as a bartender… let’s take this one step at a time.

Well this is the first attempt at posting to plasticwater from my phone. If it goes horribly awry it wasn’t my fault.

Ahh, delightful!

I kinda have to force myself to post here.  I mean, it’s not like anybody reads it.  Websites had more purpose before Facebook.

Anyway, here’s my obligatory blog update.

The new band is auditioning a keyboard player on Thursday… which means this band is gonna be rolling fast sooner than I thought.  It’s a good thing.  Hopefully a good push into corporate gigs and weddings will be right around the corner.

People who book bands for casinos never answer their emails.

I got my car running again, although it’s running kinda funny and it needs to get into the shop.  James (oh yes, I’ve acquired a boyfriend too) seems to think it’s nothing serious but… well… I don’t like it.  Besides, I want to sell my car and get something more suited to Michigan.  The Mustang is great, but when I can’t go anywhere in the snow, it’s not very practical.  I want a truck.

Boy I really need to get a demo recorded.

I think I’m going to start working on a new, different aspect of band management than I’ve done in the past.  I want to start looking at style and physical appearance… maybe get them to wear some 70’s style suits and shirts… the look makes a big difference I’m noticing, especially when I’m gonna be putting a pretty hefty price tag on them.

Need to get my own sewing machine.

Good news, I’ve officially quit biting my nails, so now they’re actually growing into claws… which brings me one step closer to my lifelong goal of becoming a grizzly bear.

Somewhere between retiring to bed and waking up to an endless loop of Ease On Down The Road stuck in my head, I had this weird dream about shopping for vinyl records.  There was a Kitten Machine vinyl that I wanted real bad, but it was like $305.  There was a Soulive album there titled Count of Monte Cristo (there is no Soulive album titled Count of Monte Cristo, I have no clue where that came from), the cover art of which was meticulously designed to align with the stars and foretell prophecies of some sort.  That particular press was priced at $416, so being the negotiator that I am I bought the somewhat less impressively designed version at the bargain price of $14.  How I woke up with Ease On Down The Road stuck in my head I haven’t the foggiest idea, but I will attest here and now that that song gets REAL annoying at 10:00 AM on a Sunday when all you want to do is sleep.

Anyway, that’s not what I came here to write about.  I’ve been doing a lot of un-documented thinking lately, which is never a good idea.  I’ve been struggling with the idea of self-analysis;  how can I step outside myself and look at my situation from an unbiased point of view?  How can I be sure that my decisions are made from logic and not from raw emotion?  Is it even possible?  Is this way too deep for plasticwater.org?  All of these are questions I’d rather not answer.

Lately my mood has been like a pensive adagio.  I’ve been doing a lot of staring at walls, lost in thought.  People are beginning to take this as me finally losing my last bean and slipping into insanity, but I assure you that is inaccurate.  At least I think I do.  Closer to the truth is that I feel like I’m at some sort of a crossroad, and the choices I make this year are going to be of the utmost importance.  I don’t know why this year is special, it just feels that way, and who am I to argue with intangible feelings.

There are things I want, but when confronted with the question of why, I stumble trying to answer.  I don’t know why I want the things I do, all I can do is compare it to a feeling of hunger — I feel this way, and to feel better, I know I must eat.  But, this is why we don’t go grocery shopping when we’re hungry.  We end up with $70 worth of food we don’t want.  Time to reflect, analyze.  Make good choices.

Come on and, ease on down, ease on down, down the road…….