We Be on TV

We go in Tuesday from 4-6 to record our session for San Francisco Sound on Comcast cable channel 11.

Totally appropriate, I have a horrible cold and my allergies are killing me! Yay!! Tonights rehearsal was rough- vocally speaking. I am totally confident that I can pull it together by Tuesday though, or at least I hope I can. If not, all I can do is pray that the adrenaline and fear kick in to save me.

We have a set of 6 songs prepared- the best songs we have and we are ready to head into the studio and lay down a killer performance. I'm excited for this oppertunity, as is the rest of the band. All the strings that had to be pulled with the day-jobbers to get out early and get to this gig.

Coming home from rehearsal tonight took a bit longer because of some medical emergency on the BART. Thank goodness I had a good book and some edemame in my purse. Yes- I had edemame in my purse. Laugh all you want- I'm not hungry, am I?

Anyway, walking through this neighborhood at night is always a trip. There are always a lot of people around. Nightime people of course. There is some unofficial street people market about a block and a half down from where I live- at all hours there are people with wears spread out on the sidewalk- one "salesperson" right next to another. Usually on a blanket of some sort- dirty clothes for sale, nicely folded. Odd assortments of things. Today one guy was selling one pair of childrens shoes, a single tarnished silver candlestick, and a bag of bagels.

They gather their stuff up an pretend they are leaving when the cops drive by- I have no idea why. Apparently that sort of thing isn't allowed. One time I saw a cop standing on the sidewalk waiting for everyone to pack up and disperse. They were back five minutes after he left though.

As freaky as it sounds, I'm starting to find comfort in that random crowd of miscreants. Maybe because I know when I hit that crowd I'm only a block from home. Maybe because they recognize me at this point and leave me alone. (Being the only blonde around here, I'm hard to miss) There's something strangely poetic about it that I just can't put my finger on yet.

Don't worry- I'll figure it out.

The piano is here now. It fits in my new place like it was meant to be here. Of course, I'm still rearranging all the other stuff that had to come here as well. Plus then I got horribly ill, and energy for cleaning and re-arranging is just no where to be found. I played it today for the first time- it's been here since Saturday and I just couldn't play it. It looks beautiful there...but...I guess I just needed time to adjust. Just to let it settle in. This is all there is now. This is my place. And everything is here.

I digress....

We're going to be on TV- did I mention that earlier? I'm pretty sure I did. I'll let you all know when the air date is.

You bet I will.

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