This whole voice lesson thing is getting crazy…my idea of what is going to occur when I walk in the door is usually mussed and annoying at the point I actually do so, and has involved a complete lack of readiness on his end to having other bodies in here rehearsing for different projects. It’s not that I don’t understand the aptitudes for having other projects, it’s just to me a complete lack of respect to have me sitting here writing in my journal while she and he practice guitars and singing. Whether it lasts five minutes or five hours, I suppose I kind of deserve it given my long lackluster history for not being on time. Of course now that I have changed, the karmic late wheel is kicking me in the pants.

I guess it is time for me to wail like PJ Harvey now. More soon.