Ghost Of The Living Dead

Tired... still.

At the Basement last night to see Bodacious Cowboys, a Steely Dan covers "tribute" band, featuring a host of session musicians doing what they do best when let off the leash ~ soloing gratuitously long & loud. Not the way I'd expected to spend the night & not with the company I'd expected to spend it. We left the band to their own devices after their first set & headed off into the night, escorting SarinG to yet another unscheduled graveyard shift at her night job.

Home late, bed.

Up earlier than I would have liked today, as I had a rehearsal with a fledgling band coming together for the Songwriters Festival concert at Darling Harbour in 4 weeks time. An afternoon spent learning new songs & coming up with arrangements for 2 guitars, keyboards & harmonica. Bass & drums to come later...

A sneakily filling Thai meal with SarinG early this evening & now I'm home feeling tired, yet unsettled. I've been SMSed tonight by someone whom I thought was finally gone from my life after a strained & uncomfortable situation earlier in the year. Months of welcome silence & now this... more trouble I could do without. I only hope if I ignore it, it will go away.

I have become uncomfortably numb.