Strikes and gutters

A day of two halves. Well, i say two halves, it was really a totally shite morning and a distinctly average afternoon with one shining beacon of muchos happiness in the early evening.

The last thing i really needed today was to have to deal with a disgruntled customer. The thing of it is, i quite like my job. A lot of people assume for one reason or another that i don't. This isn't true, i really enjoy working where i do, except when i have to deal with appaulingly mannered customers.
The sequence of events ran thusly. A gentleman wished to book a recording session today and required the use of a session drummer. My employer assigned the task of recruiting the session player to a colleague who failed to do so and then passed the onus of responsibility on to me. In the one day i had available i did my best to track down a drummer but one day's notice is really not enough to secure the services of a musician. I strove to do so, was unable to and then to add insult to injury, was unable to notify the customer of the situation.

Today i was met with a disagreeable attitude from him as i attempted to clarify the situation to him. His logic was, that since i was the person standing in front of him, the absence of a drummer was in some way my fault. I would counter that it wasn't my fault, but there are other people who would like it to be.

I'm not really interested in alloting blame or pointing the finger of responsibility at anybody. That isn't my bag, but if it were, then i'd have to say that the responsibility indeed lay elsewhere. This made the man''s accusations all the more irksome, especially seeing as i spend a disproportionately small amount of my time at work. I can happily report that at the zero hour a drummer was recruited. I say happily, but his really shitty earring and unnervingly soft voice are both big ticks in the "cons" column.

The remainder of the day was suitably average by comparison. I pottered about, i played guitar, did a couple of lessons then came home. The source of happiness in my day? A top secret coded ninja e-mail from a close friend and musical confidante (and indeed bon vivant, they nearly rhyme ya'll) sketching plans and plots and schemes and hair brained ventures for future recordingness with the mighty Kirstyn Knowles. Plans are being made, plots being laid. The concept is flawless and will throw many interesting things your way AND ours. I can't wait til a summer of recording.

I also made a compilation cd for a best friends new cafe venture. Its going to be called the Treehouse in tollcross in edinburgh and the tunes will be PUMPING and the foods will be a scrumptious. Anybody who goes there will be a lucky lucky person.

Tomorrow i too will be a lucky lucky person. Mmmmmm. Latte.

Also, get your butts over to www.myspace.com/fiftycalibersmile and find out how you can catch me playing with this awesome foursome on a quad pack of evenings this week! gig deets are there, and you should check the choons too! A perfunctory youtube search for Fifty Caliber Smile will yield real actual video pictures of us too! In real life!

zzzzzz i need to sleep. This is starting to descend into farce. And its way too late for farce.