I dragged out the Axe (the one Rob picked out for me and played over the phone) on Sunday to make sure I remembere how to play it.

So, now here I am reading blogs (and now writing this drivel) when I promised myself I would put new strings on Mr. Guitar tonight so they can get all that stretching out of their systems before I get to Austin on Friday.  New strings sound great, but they are a pain in the ass until they get themselves comfortable.

I’m also supposed to be gathering up the duds I want to bring along.  Problem is that neither I nor my “wardrobe” is prepared at this time for “seriously farookin’ hot”.   Shoe suggested that we all bring a lid and some sunscreen.  I have a bunch of lids, which I wear (one at a time, of course) when I go walking in the mornings, which is always followed by a shower, and who cares about hathead in the shower.  I’ll bring one along anyway, potential hathead notwithstanding.  It is, however, a damned shame to cover this great farookin’ hair with a lid.

Speaking of hats, I’m hoping I get to see some folks wearing cowboy hats.  We don’t see much of that in Jersey, and when we do, it just looks dumb.  In Jersey, if you plan on strutting your shit in a cowboy hat, you’d better know how to fight.  Imagine one of Tony Soprano’s crew, say Paulie Walnuts, showing up in the Bada-Bing sporting a cowboy hat?

Truth is, I’d love to wear a cowboy hat, but every time I try one on I look like a Jewish dentist named “Mel” trying pitifully to look like a cowboy.  Besides, I’m a negotiator, not a fighter.

I’m looking forward to seeing some of the reprobates  fine peeps I have met at previous blogmeets and with whom I have become friends over the past couple years.  I am also stoked about meeting some bloggers whose stuff I have been reading for some time, but whom have not yet met.  Finally there will be bloggers there whose sites I have only recently discovered, and I’m looking forward to meeting them too.  Bloggers are real easy to like.

I’ve been to a few of these events now, and one thing is for shit sure.  There are never, ever, ever any awkward moments of silence.  In fact, there is never ANY silence.  Bloggers are, by their nature, blabbermouths.

I had better get busy with those strings**. 

Later.

** For those of you who care about such things, they are Martin Extended Life SP+ Light Gauge, Bronze.  I’ve always used plain old Martin light gauge strings, but Willy (from whom I bought the guitar) recommended these, so I figure they gotta be good.