Everything in this blog will probably be about music.

I'm at work now, and rather irate about it; partly because I didn't sleep at all last night, and partly because, in the rush to be presentable and make breakfast and dinner and get that tangled lump out of my hair and get to the dealership for my new plates, I neglected to brush my teeth, and my hands still reek of garlic. At least the hangover is gone. (So strange, to feel one develop, to feel each of my teeth stopping in the course of their daily activities and say hello...)

I got a call last night from Aaron Reiley, who is the wonderful man fixing my baby Phinaes. (Had I read A Seperate Peace before I named my bass, I would never, ever, ever have decided to name my bass that.) He left a voice mail on my cell, saying "Hey, this is Aaron Reiley; we've got your bass opened up, and it looks like you have a pretty decent sized bass bar."

Strange pause.

"If you could give me a call, my cell number is..."

I puzzled over this on the way to the grocery store; why would he call and leave such a bizzare, confused message? I called him back, got his voice mail, and asked what it was that he was implying in his message. He called back, with startling promptitude, and asked if it would be alright if he removed the current bass bar and put one in more appropriately sized; he felt that the thing was too much support, crudely carved from the front of the bass instead of a seperate piece glued in, and that since the bass was already open, a big portion of the labor fee would be waived...

On the one hand, it would do magical things for my sound (he tells me), but on the other hand, it would mean another week or two of waiting to get my baby back, another two weeks of mediocre practice on their loaner. Don't get me wrong, it's an alright bass for orchestral playing, but all of my solo work sounds like I'm hearing it with wax shoved in my ears, and maybe in my nose for unnecessary extra blockage. I covet my bass, and am wary of random, excessive surgery to its delicate, curvy frame.

Oi.