Primitive UFO's

had a crap day with the taxi cabbing, but I managed to bill over $300 of RideSource rides from only 2 (short) days last week, after returning from my California trip.

Pirate Radio has a show Sunday, ... I think its for Emily's Birthday, we were going to rehearse at Roadrunner Studios, and I still owe them $100 balance for expensive recording with Davy Jonesers back in August. I wasn't really happy with the recording, nor with the method they used, which assures that they take a long-ass time, and charge by the hour, and get high with my bandmates. but still $100 is $100, and I agreed to pay it, I'm just not in a big hurry to pay it. But Pirate Radio booked rehearsal time there, and Tony used that as a bargain chip to force me to pay up, which is actually fine, I just won't record there again, but the Pirate Radio guys got pissed that Tony was using this as a way to exact payment. So, I said we can just practice at my place, which is great for me, as its free! I will still pay Tony, don't worry.
He charges WAY too much for rehearsal time as well.
but if anything, this has inspired me to get some music happening within the actual confines of Mertz Manor. bring it on.

I managed to get up to Portland to spend some time with both my kids on Sunday, and that was totally awesome. Santina and I went to the Portland Aquarium, then had Sushi with James.

http://www.fredxmertz.com

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy