Ahh Sunday mornings in the ole' Paul W. Household. The washing machine is running loudly (it's about 12yrs old), the two youngest rug rats are "cleaning" their room (fighting over the other one not doing his share), the oldest one is complaining about having to do chores, the wife is griping about doing 6 loads of laundry yesterday and yet there is another pile today. Come to find out, the 14yr old wears some clothes for a few hours and then deems them as "dirty" laundry. I've got the smooth jazz digital music channel turned up to drown out the washing machine. Now our two pet birds are making a ruckus because they see each other. AHH Sunday mornings....
Today is the first day over my summer cold. I feel great again. Friday night I didn't get to bed until about 5 am Saturday morning. I was at my jam pad playing drums till about 3am. I had a chance to jam with a bass player who lives in the basement of the building. I had been playing by myself for an hour or so, but the building was giving off spooky vibes as it does every once in awhile. For those of you that don't know, my jam pad is in an old building that was a hotel in the 40's. The second floor is vacant except for my jam pad. The third floor has never been renovated.
So anyway, I was getting spooky vibes and decided to take a chair and go downstairs to the street and sit outside to take a break. It was about midnight. It was so quiet and peaceful. The historic part of town is a ghost town late at night. The homeless people and police were the only ones out except for me. However, the mosquitoes were eating me alive after about 20 minutes, so I decided to go back in. Well just as I was going back in the entry way, I see a guy coming up the stairs from the basement (thank God it wasn't any ghosts). It's my drum instructor's brother. They live in the basement. He couldn't sleep and was going to go walk around town. Instead he brought his bass and a small amp up to my place and we jammed for a bit. It was great fun.
So I get home at 3am, and am so pumped up from our jam session that I'm not even close to being tired. Now I can understand why so many music Celebes have drug problems. The rush of playing stays with you even after the session has stopped. I'm not saying they are cop outs, I'm just saying I can understand how they might turn to something to "keep the party going".
So anyway I was up at 8am cutting the yard before having to be at the music store for 10am. I was dead on my feet most of the day yesterday. I sold a guitar yesterday for one dollar below the minimum allowable price My boss just told me to be careful and not exceed my MAP any more. I didn't tell him I threw in a free strap and set of strings. On a positive note, I put together a Roland electric drum set, and a well to do regular customer watched me build it and loved the features it had while I tested it out. He took it home as soon as I got done with it. He spent the $1500 like I would spend $15. I was stunned. I didn't have to even pitch the sale. I simply handed him the sticks and asked if he would like to play around with it. He did for about 15 minutes and he told me to ring it up. WOW.
I will get my first commission check on the 15th of Sept. We get those for sales the month before. I've sold $3,000 in just two sales. Then there are all my little sales. It's gonna be a nice first commission. However I've already began ordering my new cymbals, so Tarpley Music is going to be getting their money back.
It's all good in this capitalistic world isn't it?????