Just one pile of crap to add to the rest
Time is running out! Did I tell you people that some guy came over to my home the other day and inventoried all our stuff? I've often wondered how much crap I've accrued over the past 6 years in this house, well, now I know. We've got something like 1600 cubic feet of stuff. A portion of that is my girlfriend's apartment but she doesn't really have much stuff at all. I mean, it pales in comparison to the huge pile that is my apartment. I forgot about things like the two pianos (one real, one electric) the combo organ (with amp), the many heavy guitar amps, the many books, the several tables, the countless chairs. 1600 cubic feet! Of course, half of that is just Mr Bones.
Actually, they didn't count Mr Bones in the inventory, but you get the idea. Every mover I've talked to explains what a huge move this will be, how a squadron of former Russian sailors will be dispatched in a cargo plane to carry my stuff the two miles to the new place. I finally found a place that seems to offer the best deal (I'll reserve the commercials until after the move happens), but it's still more than the human mind can bear.
We're slowly getting the deal together, changing addresses, getting insurance, raising credit card limits. But we still don't have a closing date. Until we secure this, it's all theory. The title company is dicking around on a couple of issues, I am trying not to obsess about it every second. But it's hard not to, considering so much depends on everything happening in a very short period of time. Awk!
Okay, let's focus on the positive: MOTICO is on stage this evening at 8PM, nicely coinciding with the Open Bar. We have some new songs which have been coming together quite nicely. The Lyric sin one song are still a little up in the air but so far they seem to concern the validity of the hypoallergenic cat, the obsolescence of the card catalog, and whether theater people are really as fun as they want us to think they are. Topicality is our middle name, folks! Please come out to the gig if you can. I might have a coronary before we get to play out again.
