Sessional artistry
And here we are. The day is done, and I have no idea about what set this moment in history into uniqueness. I like to record what makes a day different, and all I have is that the first night in the RV went well with no obvious signs of frostbite for the sole occupant.
The furnace is still untested, and the comfort report for the beds is incomplete. They are solid, but as for comfort, not so much. Oh well.
I think that the moon is full, because when I peered out the windows, well after midnight. I could see things. Without a need for artificial light. I did notice that my big flashlight is in serious need of new batteries. Life is all about the details, right? I think that I can get a few D cells, over at the local general store, so there is not a pressing need to go to the city.
What else.
Not much, as I mentioned. Right now, we have the loaner dog here, but I cannot find a food dish. He will have to share with the old dog, I guess.
This afternoon, I listened to a Beato interview with one of those older guys that did sessions work back in the days. Played bass for the Archies, if you need to get a date. People that did sessions works had shills that were far beyond my own set. I would love to sit and watch. They worked quickly; an album might take a day. Think about that.
