It seems like I've done nothing for the last couple of weeks except home repair and improvement. The oven quit working, and the fan in the bedroom quit working. After a huge hassle trying to get a repairman out here from Sears I finally just called place after place in the yellow pages until somebody had a service tech who could be here on Saturday. The oven is now working again. Unfortunately the fan is not, but there's always next weekend for that project. It rained all this weekend, so at least I didn't have to mow, but there was still the regular sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, laundry, dishes, etc.
The Escape has developed a huge crack in the windshield. That's a big downer. There's not even a rock chip. I guess it just cracked from the heat. I guess I've got to add that to my list of never-ending expenses.
I didn't have a show at The Boat this weekend because of Father's Day. I'm not playing next weekend either because I'm meeting my parents out by San Antonio to go camping. I've gotten so much better in the weeks I have been performing though. The first weekend my fingers were absolutely dying by the time I'd been playing two hours, and by the end of three hours it hurt too much to even try and playing anything except chords. Now, I can go three hours with no problem. I've got over 60 songs in my set list. My goal is to have 100 by the end of the summer. Most of it is modern rock -- hits from the 90s and 00s. Then there's some classic rock, and just a little bit of country. I need to expand the classic rock and country lists.
I think the biggest irony in all of this is that "More than Words" and "La Bamba" were two of the first songs I ever learned to play on guitar, and now they're probably my most-requested song at shows. Who would have that 14 years later I'd be getting paid to play the songs that I could never even get anyone to even sit and listen to?
I think the Hayter brothers filmed another episode of From the Rooftop last week. Unfortunately they filmed on a weekday, so I didn't get a chance to be involved. The script was pretty good -- it was about a supposedly haunted movie theater in Pasadena. Of course, the brothers don't realize it was haunted until after the fact. I thought the script was pretty good. I couldn't really think of anything to add to make it better.
It's another week of work, eat, sleep, repeat.