Chalk up another good day for yesterday. Floors in the house got sanded and finished finally. Next step today is to finish the baseboards and then paint the rooms. Gotta love it when stuff comes together, even if it’s a day or two past estimates.
While working on a tune for a future project, I got a phone call out of the blue. The phone call came from the casting people involved with a show called Master Chef. The message was that I’d be getting an audition for the show this Saturday at noon. Very cool is how I’d describe it. The fact that I won’t need to wait in the cattle call line is awesome. I’ve already got the meal I’m taking in picked out. The best part is, I’ll have time to prepare it ahead of time without having to get up prior to the rise of the sun.
What possessed me to even go for the show? A multitude of friends who have mentioned that I apparently inspire them to want to cook more and eat better. More than one person has told me I need my own cooking show. While I’m all for expressing the idea of cooking, I’m not a professional chef. I only enjoy the process and love to eat great food.
It’s going to be an adventure.
The dreams that have been keeping, or rather waking, me up at night are still going on. Goddamn I’d like to understand why I’m being haunted by this. Because I’m losing sleep lately I’m going to roll with a song by S.J. Tucker. She’s a Celtic type of artist with a very unique sound. She definitely sounds like herself. The song for today is The Pixie Can’t Sleep.
I don’t fancy myself a pixie, but I can relate to the fact that I’m not able to sleep. S.J. has a haunting voice. The movement of what’s going on is different. I like it. The piece isn’t standard by any stretch of the imagination. I’m digging it though.
Explore S.J.’s world. Prepare for change.