I’ve been looking for a place to get my guitar setup in the Upper West Side, or heck anywhere above 50th street. Well, through the power of google I found one, and with the “I can’t believe it wasn’t taken” URL of http://www.newyorkguitarrepair.com/, no less. I took my strat up to Evan’s place in the hundreds last night, and was delighted with the whole experience. He tightened the things that needed to be tightened, got the mysterious yellow paint patch off of the pick guard, and most importantly adjusted my truss rod so that I can actually play without fret buzz. Actually, the most important part was that I didn’t have to leave the guitar with him for a week, which seems de rigeur for most of the shops I contacted. Fourty dollars well spent, I highly recommend his service.
The best part of getting older is getting comfortable with who you really are. I’m not sure how it happens, and honestly I don’t care. The important thing is I’m progressively more accepting of what it means to be Gerrard. In fact, I’m starting to see myself as my grandma’s see me.
On the left is a photo of my grandmother Nancy and I outside of my favorite comic book shop in Bayshore, LI. We’d gone there that day to attend a book signing by Doug Murray, the author of Marvel’s Vietnam set comic “The ‘Nam”. Not that we wouldn’t have been there even if there hadn’t been a book signing. Our typical Saturday routine involved a trip up to South Shore Mall (the comic store was in an appendix of the mall) for my weekly dose of the funny books, and then shopping at the mall. I still have a lot of the comics.
On the right is a photo of my grandmother Dolores and I outside of a hotel in Georgia if I’m not mistaken. I don’t remember a lot about that day, but since she reads this site I’m hoping she’ll post some details in the comments section. I do remember how hot it was on that trip, and how often we had to stop for drinks. I also remember that outfit, which was purchased at the JC Penny in the South Shore Mall. See! It’s all related.
I guess that’s it. I don’t have any big point to make, or summary to come to. Except to say that these photos tell me so much about who I am, how I came to be that person, and how silly all of my self-deprecating thoughts really are.
p.s. The little logo on my radical shirt says “Ted Shred”…and uh, no we weren’t anywhere near the beach.
I rarely use Outlook’s built in “find” functionality as it’s just too slow to be useful. A lot of that slowness is probably because of the sheer size of my mailbox. Over time I’ve gotten used to organnizing things with folders, and very often just copying and pasting important information into OneNote for easy searching.
Well then last week I read the news about Microsoft purchasing Lookout Software. Lookout provides a search add-in for Outlook that you really need to see to believe. I downloaded it when the news was announced, and I can’t believe how much it’s already improved my productivity. In most cases search results come back in around a second!
Unfortunately, the download link was pulled shortly after I installed it. Well, luckily for all of us Microsoft has just made the Lookout download available on Microsoft Downloads. And it’s free, as in beer. What are you waiting for, go download it!
I’ve been working on a song about my ongoing war against our all too comfy couch. I haven’t made much progress on the song for the last couple of weeks, so I think I’ll go ahead and throw it up here…even without words for the third verse. Speaking of the lyrics, the ones listed below don’t quite match up with the ones that are ahem sung in the MP3 as I’ve been working on them and didn’t keep a copy of the originals. Enjoy!
Me Against The Couch
Friday night, I’m drunk and bored
But not bored enough to actually go anywhere
The bars are dead, the clubs are crowded
Can’t you see life’s just not fair
A comfy couch
A big screen TV
brand new stereo
a million CDs
Friday night and no one’s called
it’s really not my fault
I could call but what’s the point
I’ll just do nothing by default
making excuses, and handing out blame
What has it done for me?
While the man I am is holding back
the man I really want to be
There’s no one blame, not anyone else
I’ll have to take a look at myself
There’s nothing anyone can do to help
when it’s me against the couch
Saturday night there might be a party
Probably at some lame ass bar
A couple of stops out in queens
Can’t you see that’s way too far?
A comfy couch
A big screen TV
brand new stereo
a million CDs
Saturday night and somebody called
The damn ringing just wouldn’t end
I pour myself another drink
And wonder why I got no friends
If you’re curious to hear where the idea came from, check out:
Nothing special all in all, but the first song I’ve written from scratch. I really need to work on my soloing though, at this point I’m telling the joke and leaving out the punchline. Oh well, back to the woodshed.
p.s. You know, the comments are working again. Seriously. Go crazy!
Remember a while back I mentioned that my grandmother had heard me playing and thought it was the radio? Well, I never posted the song that Ray and I were working on the site, because it was only a sketch. Ray just threw out a bass line and I fooled around on it to get some ideas for chords and melody. We planned on expanding it out and maybe adding vocals, but considering the time gap since our last jam I’m not sure it’s ever going to happen. So, in the meantime here’s a little taste of my meager guitar chops and Ray’s emerging bass skills.
There’s nothing romantic or symbolic about the number 27. At 18, you’re a man. At 21, you can drink without having to worry about getting carded. At 25, you realize that you’ve lost the last drops of “teen-ness”. But 27? I just feel almost thirty…oh well, happy birthday to me.
You know, there is one good thing about getting older. I feel so much more confident in who I am, what I look like, what my clothes look like, and who my friends are. I’m still the neurotic ball of insecurity I’ve always been, but I’ve finally started to realize that I’m not unique for feeling inadequate at times. I’m just very good at it! Ba-dum-pssh! But seriously folks…it’s not just fluff that old timers tell the youthful to make themselves feel better, age really does help to make you comfortable in your skin. Well, more comfortable at least.
John Kerry announced today that John Edwards will be his running mate in the upcoming election. Too bad for the New York Post who decided to run a full cover claiming that Dick Gephardt would be the VP candidate today. Of course, all mention of the erroneous cover story have already been removed from their online presence. I guess I’ll chalk it up to aggressively pursuing a scoop, but the south asian guy who sells papers outside of my subway station wasn’t feeling as charitable. He felt that the Post had purposely gone with the Gephardt story to sow dissension among democratic voters. He left off by saying, “I have to sell what the people want to read, but why would anyone read that trash?” I didn’t have an answer for him.
I think Edwards is a good choice, especially for superficial reasons. Kerry has already been lambasted in the press for being stone faced and unemotional, and I think the younger John on the ticket can go a long way towards blunting the effect of Dubya’s “aw shucks” charm. I’m sure his being a southerner won’t hurt either.
Microsoft has released an update for Windows that protects against the “Download.Ject” attacks that have been going on recently. If you use any sort of Windows box and don’t have XP SP2, you should visit the Microsoft Download.Ject site to get protected.
Two acquaintances posted a bulletin board message containing some of the most ignorant stuff I’ve ever heard said about the war in Iraq and the mistreatment of Iraqi POWs. I took half an hour to write a lengthy reply to their post, which I’m sure will accomplish nothing in terms of opening up their minds. I can’t really say why I did it. Maybe it was a relapse of my old usenet addiction.
I probably should have just sent them a link to Inside the Monkeysphere.