Day Forty Two

  I was called into service again today on another mission to Palm Beach.  I haven't yet had a change of heart about that place, it still gives me the willies.  I've decided if ever I accidentally become wealthy, I wont flaunt it.  That's just so tacky.

    On the musical front, I'm awaiting the word that my new mic has been shipped.  I've got those waiting on the  E-bay blues.  I'm looking forward to firing that baby up.  Let's hope it meets my expectations.

   I worked on one of my latest creations today, I thought some drums would work well on this tune, so I hunkered down with my computer and put together a drum track.  I'm not well versed at this kind of stuff, but I think it came out pretty well.  I really need to have a drummer come in and tell me what I did right and what's totally screwed up.  Constructive criticism is always a good tool.   

   I guess that's it for today, here's your daily words of wisdom:

Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.  ~Cree Indian Proverb

Day Thirty Eight

Today I found myself in Palm Beach on a mission of mercy.  Talk about conspicuous consumption.  The people that live there must have gold plated toilets and silk toilet paper.  I'm pretty sure that heaven will look a lot like that, but without the Rolls Royce's on every corner.  All the perfectly manicured lawns and hedges, and a lawn crew in every yard.  I'm only guessing, but it's probably pretty cool to be that wealthy.  Funny  how you never see an Obama bumper sticker on a Lamborghini. 
   To be honest, it was kind of a creepy place.  It almost felt a little to perfect, like it's just a cover up for some really twisted goings on.  I was glad to return to the other side of the tracks, now this is real life baby!
   Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

Money can buy a pretty good dog, but not the wag of his tail.