Syncro-jammity.

So I went to the Harbor yesterday for something “business” related for the Mrs. and also for bumming around with a daypack among the tourists, before someone hires me (gasp!) and before the post-dissertation draft party is over. We had a fantastic dinner and far too much coffee. We did not do our usual jam/recording session Monday because the scheduling didn’t work out, and the bass player was just exhausted.

When I got off the Light Rail yesterday at Cold Spring Lane, who is coming off the ramp but Paulie? And who stops on Cold Spring Lane but Paulie? Turns out I was away from my phone all day, and we were jamming/recording last night. Paulie was in a mystery traffic jam to put him there, too.

Cosmic.

And we got more stuff done, which was awesome. It’s getting to the point where our recording is going to be more intentional, so I have to stop playing through the PA and bring The Nemesis (that’s the model). My bass amp is designed for heavy gigging (which we really only did before I bought it), and it will knock stuff off your walls. Seriously. I haven’t played on that monster since Carbondale, when my downstairs neighbor was gone, and my only next-door neighbor was also a musician and didn’t mind. I can only imagine what would happen if I cranked that thing up in Roland Park.

I still giggle when I say I live there. And if you’re in Baltimore and know how broke grad students are, you’d laugh, too.