I guess I tried to explain to Jeff prior to moving in that I make a lot of noise when I am singing and writing songs and that it can get quite annoying. His response was that he could wear headphones. Well, last night I was working on a tune and he told me to be quiet because what I was doing was annoying him. It was plenty annoying, but I had warned him. I dunno. I hadn’t worked on a tune or come up with anything new in yonks, and only being exposed to the brutal indifference of previous roommates and other relatives prevented me from curling into a fetal ball at his disapproval. When I was living with Paul and the kids I’d get that annoying at least a couple of times a week – I guess Jeff is unaware of the extent he’s been spared my usual behaviour. I have been unusually quiet.
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I will be looking for rehearsal space, I guess, and once I calm down, other possibilities. It’s too bad that it’s now officially too effing cold to play outdoors.
Keith came by and picked up his phone. What a turkey I am! I didn’t even know it had a camera in it. Mine’s kinda like a little rubber brick and all it has is Mah Jong and Tetris and Bejeweled and Sudoku to while away the time.
I have no problem with you practicing, but I don’t understand why it has to be that loud. If you were performing outdoors in a hurricane, I could understand it.
Heavy sigh. Because when it’s that loud on the inside, it ends up being that loud on the outside. I don’t have any control over when the muse comes to visit, or the volume she sets. I wasn’t practicing. I was writing, or channeling Eris, or something.
If some people only had a mute button…..