Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Make Your Resolutions

The extended New Year's vacation has come and gone, and now I'm back from my mental, emotion and actual respite from work. I was hoping that we'd be able to mourn Gerald Ford's death from home, but alas, I'm here at my desk trying to figure out a way to quit my job and maintain a regular paycheck. Thanks anyway, klutz.

But I actually appreciate this return to normalcy...if nothing else, it's certainly a whole lot less tempting to beat off to Internet porn in the middle of the weekday when you're in an office. Well, that depends, I guess. I was gonna make "Less porn at the office" my New Year's resolution, but I quickly realized that'd be a waste, since I only really watch about two or three hours a day at work.

Instead I chose something else entirely, something completely attainable like 2004's "See more live music" pledge to myself. Let's take a look at this year's winner, along with my resolutions from years past (I've bolded the ones I accomplished):

2000: Exchange in more correspondence with Goldie Hawn
2001: Run for my life, preferably in September
2002: Give Rue McClanahan 7 - 10 piggyback rides
2003: Stop tossing double amputees in the Long Island Sound
2004: Let friends in other Northeastern cities experience sports titles
2005: See more live music
2006: Mourn fewer former presidents
2007: Learn to lay it down on the bass guitar

That's right, after proclaiming for the better part of a decade that I'd like to play the bass, I'm now at Step One. My buddy NoBowls Brad is departing New York for a few years, and in a mutually beneficial housecleaning, he's bestowed on me his old bass in the interests of my learning how to bring in both da noise and da funk. I need to dust it off a bit, put a little cash into fixing it up, and then figure out everything there is to know about playing music.

Sounds easy enough, no? So that's my resolution for the year: actively learn how to make like Ike Turner and slap the shit out of that bass' neck. What's your resolution(s) for 2007?

Slack Link of the Day: Wanna see what happens when a faulty gas cooker blows up a tiny Caribbean island? Pretty sweet.

Slack Video of the Day: I'm not advocating the watching of this leaked grainy video, but I figured I'd at least give y'all the option of making that decision for yourselves. Personally, I have no interest in seeing Saddam hang, but I know most people are curious, so I'll provide the link for youse here: Dictator Hangage. (Just don't hang yourself like Saddam: And watch out for your idiot kids...)

Slack Photo and Video of 2006: Ladies and gentlemen, Crouchbot!

Slack Song of the Day: A bluegrass morning, let's play a little Sam Bush together: Sailin' Shoes, Funk, and Norman and Nancy.

7 Comments:

At 12:59 PM, Blogger The [Cherry] Ride said...

Mine is to blog less. So far it is not working.

 
At 4:35 PM, Blogger Alex Fritz said...

Smoke more cigarettes; be a worse person.

 
At 4:48 PM, Blogger a leather glove said...

Work less, yet make more money. And do less triathlons. Half a dozen is too many, in case you were wondering.

 
At 7:14 PM, Blogger Michael said...

Ike played guitar.

Still, good for you. There will always be a shortage of bassists out there.

I play with a few excellent bassists, at least one of whom teaches. If you want lessons, shoot me an email.

 
At 8:48 PM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

Yeah, that joke worked to my disadvantage. I was merely referring to Ike's slapping of things in general, and in this case women, not guitars of any kind. My bad. I may take you up on that offer, though. Thanks be to you.

 
At 2:54 PM, Blogger ahren said...

my new year's resolution is to play a jam session with ace...

 
At 3:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am fulfilling my New Year's Resolution right now- I'm finally leaving a comment on your blog. Enjoy the bass- or at least three strings of it. How someone who spends thousands of dollars going to shows is too cheap to buy a crappy bass guitar is beyond me.

If you are running out of money, you could easily start a referral service for getting greasy hippies and other non-driving NY assholes rides to shows. I've been waiting to move to AZ to tell you that, so you won't enlist me as your first pathetic driver. The sad part is that I WANT to be the driver- and you know it.

By the way, I liked the Ike joke, and I'm aware of the numerous grammatical errors in this post.

 

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