Sunday, March 29, 2009

A special thanks... the biochemist that invented Ambien. I FINALLY got six hours of uninterrupted sleep last night, thanks to that little miracle pill. They also proscribed something to replace the "good" bacteria in my digestive system that may have been wiped out from the Tigecil. Meanwhile, relieved to report that intestinal distress is much less severe. My only complaints now are exhaustion, the damn cough (which is much improved) and lingering back pain. Plus I have at least three days before the doctor is likely to put any new poison in me so hopefully I'll get on the mend.

In other news, for those interested (including those in my band that might be reading this) I got the very first rough mix of a song from the new record from our producer. It needs a little tweaking but it sounds great. That lifted my spirits, too.

Tomorrow is another easy day...just an echocardiogram followed by labwork. I should strive to enjoy these days....they are the "good ones" I suppose, although I'm so damn tired it's hard to really throw myself into it. Jill and I did manage to go out to eat at a Cajun place called the Faded Rose and it was quite good -- plus they played great classic rock in the background including a beautiful and rarely heard song called In Thee by Blue Oyster Cult of all people...but it's almost all acoustic. I've never heard it played on any radio / satellite / whatever anywhere.

Anyhow...that's all that's fit to print from Little Rock. More to come as events develop!


  1. Rough mix!? Any way for me to hear that?
    So glad you got some Ambien. Sleep is underrated!

  2. I can almost feel the elevation in your mood - thank goodness for some sound sleep and happy news about your music from "the outside". As you said, enjoy these bounces upward - there will be lots of them, and they seem to come at JUST the right time. Hang in!

  3. If it had to be a BOC song playing in the restaurant, I'm just happy it wasn't "Don't Fear The Reaper."

  4. "I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free."