Some days you really should be doing something else, but you get grumped up and need a little push to make it all...worthwhile.
So today turned into an afternoon of "What'll we wear at our upcoming gig?".
Started out simply: "Casual Whatever Dude", "I'm just here to jam and be happy, people. Endless blues jam? No worries. Pass the microbrew."
Move forward to The Edge, with a serious message for all the slackers subsisting out there in Fishtown and South Philly.
Slight variation on that theme, going for cool and slightly menacing, as befits the still rebellious and not quite emotionally mature, middle-aged person.
Moving into "Jazz Dude Playing for Yuppies with Disposable Incomes" and retro 1970's FM radio tastes (it's cool to like your parents' music).
Lounge guy resuscitated from the 1960's, "Hey, there!".
Can't believe how much fun I'm having, yeah baby.
Younger idiom. Gotta admit, this was the most comfortable, the most pleasantly marginal.
Playing the grooves at the local Earth Day and Farm to Table fête. The holes in the jeans are authentic, carefully nurtured through the course of a couple decades or so.
Slightly more mature version of the above, replete with Salvation Army sports jacket.
So there! Some folks may think there are better things to do with one's time, but I say, whatever gets you to Nap Time works just fine when you're having an existential moment.
:)
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