More bullets, and I'm not talking about a murder song... exactly

I know, I know… yet another bulleted post. It’s how I run (I have no idea what that really means, but it probably means something to an ENT doctor).

• I really think this murder song could turn out to be something special. If I had to guess (and I do), I would say that I have listened to this tune more in its sort of infancy stage than anything I have written since W@ltzing With S@rah, and that’s saying a lot.

I hate to blue bell you, but I will gladly distribute courtesy copies (when it’s ready to share) to those of you who are interested if you let me know you want to hear it. Blog This, Ludakit, and Gunner will receive it outright, just because I send them stuff all the time, especially when they aren’t really in the mood to hear it. If you want a copy, and you will promise me that you won’t post it or send it somewhere, let me know by way of comment or email. We’re probably a week or two away from the point where we can do that.

There I go, referring to myself in the plural again.

• Kudos to the dawgs for the recruiting class they brought in today. I’m no recruiting junkie. But I do like winning, and from having been in a field in which we had to (kinda) recruit at a level of intensity of single-digit percentage points as intense as they do, I appreciate the meaning of the process to one's cause.

• This whole Nuva Ring thing is totally screwing with my head. I guess that’s a really poor way of saying that, huh?

• My mother (my dear mother) gave me a shirt for Christmas that is pure blue and gold. I needed a nice shirt to wear out today, and I wore it. Not once – not once – did I receive a bit of grief about wearing tech colors. Now I know that I have moved.

• I had lunch today (the anticipation of which was previously posted) with a co-writer in town who actually does stuff in the industry (ie – he does things that cause writers to be signed, songs to be cut, and product to be moved). If those of you to whom I normally wax nauseatic (not a word) about the industry are disappointed in the near future by my seeming lack of discussion of the industry, this is why. We can now talk about more fun things… like farts, boobs, and liquor.

In spite of my bitching about the relative remoteness of my current home to my friends, it is nice to sit at lunch and hear the narratives of true events that he experiences with artists, writers, execs, etc. who are actually showing up on your radio and video music channels. I might be a bit lonely, but at least I don’t feel so damned helpless.

• I bought a day planner today. What fun?

• If there will be a massage specialist in the mountains this weekend, I need (I almost wrote “knead” then realized how hokey it would be… but then I guess referencing the bad joke is as bad as actually having told it) to know… Lots of driving, lot’s of being leaned over an inherently stupid guitar… I could use the therapy though… we don’t even have to drink.

• The prez was in Nashville today, and I experienced no traffic complications as a result. If I had lived in my old hometown up here, I definitely would have.

• I would like to understand why the Gunner asked GeorgiaGirl to take pics of me on a horse. This concerns me, what with memories of last summer’s roast fresh on my mind, and the advent of Phot0Shop technology.

Whew.