The obstacles between me and my dream band are diminishing every day.

Nobody’s blogging. Not even me. And I’m not apologizing. I hate logging onto somebody’s blog and reading some drivel like, “I know I should be blogging more….I’m such a bad blogger….sorry guys.”

I’m not sorry. I didn’t feel like blogging and that’s that. Also, I’ve been writing for other publications. Some are super secret because they have to do with activism that might endanger my lady friend in the place where you don’t ask and she doesn’t tell. Others are less secret, like National Public Radio. If you want to read blog posts by me that are under a month old, go to their new blog, Deceptive Cadence. You will see my name on posts if you scroll far enough.

So that’s my job. I’m living it up in DC, becoming an official writer and producer person and of course living the Bohemian lifestyle with five hippies.They would probably be pissed if I called them hippies, though. For some reason, people who are part of a counterculture hate admitting that they are conforming to anything, even though my house clearly works daily to cultivate its indie-vegan-feminist cred.

I do my part by painting pictures that look like vaginas.

I’m also becoming a Guitar Expert. One of my housemates is a classical cellist, and we both have guitars. We’ve become complete experts. ALSO, she just got an old accordion that came from the 1930’s. It’s in ridiculously good shape, too. So as soon as we write a song of our own, we’ll be starting the most insane band known to humankind. These are the instruments the house (mostly me and the other musician) possesses:
-Three guitars
-A harmonica
-Soprano and alto recorders
-Two didgeridoos
-an accordion
-a tiny drum
-a cello
-a piano, which isn’t actually in the house right now. I’m still waiting to see if I should ship it out here.

I mean, you can make any NUMBER of band combinations with those instruments. I really wish we had an electric bass, but I’ve got my eye on craigslist. One will come. Or even a string bass. It wouldn’t be hard to learn that. I mean, there’s only one melodic line, for goodness’ sake. When you’re a pianist used to playing four and five lines at a time (I’m looking at you, Bach), the bass looks ridiculously easy to learn.

But maybe I’m speaking too soon.