Patches is not a fan of my guitar playing. Nope, not at all.
Today is day one of my pre-gig straightening myself out. How did I do with my two goals for June?
Did I play my guitar? Yes! This morning before work I spent about 20 minutes playing.
Did I eat any crap? No! No regular coke, I brown bagged lunch instead of eating fast food, and I didn’t eat any crap between meals.
One day down.
I have my fist gig since 2005, one month and one day from tomorrow. If I don’t make changes to my daily routine right now I am going to embarrass the shit out of myself.
Here is what I need to do:
I need to practice the guitar EVERY EFFIN DAY. I’m not talking hours a day, but at least 15-30 minutes a day. That includes not only the songs in our sets, but picking exercises, scale exercises, improv exercises. All of that stuff. If I were to play in front of an audience right now it would go down as the single worst performance of my life, and I am not ready to hang that hat on my head yet.
I need to make physical changes. My back and my legs are so screwed up right now that I can’t stand up straight for five minutes, never mind a three hour show. Stop eating shit. Stop drinking coke. Get a little bit of goddamn exercise every day. Again, 5 minutes would be 5 minutes more than I’m getting right now. How about building up enough stamina in your back and legs to be able to stand up for an hour at a time, and how about a little strength in your hands to not be in pain when you play. You’re a big fat ass, Robert, but you aren’t a quadrapulegic. Stop acting like it.
Now that I’ve spelled it all out, I just have to do it, damn it.
Oh woah is me! One of the burners on our gas grill fell apart tonight!
Wait, does this mean we can buy a new gas grill now? Weber, here we come!