But first, let me digress. This is both sweet and bittersweet, but let me vent a little bit of happy/sad emotional angst here...
Its not really practical to bring a guitar on the plane home with me - but I wanted to play for Mom while she's in hospital, and I found a decent deal for a practice guitar @ Target today... $75 - 1/2 price - for a Fender Starcaster acoustic guitar. Its one of those combo packages and not nearly as good as the Yamaha I bought at Costco last year, but it plays and sounds well enough for the purposes I'm using it for.
Besides, if I ever get my punk fusion band together, this thing is cheap enough I won't feel bad about smashing it on stage once the neck warps (and it will warp sportsfans, its a pretty cheap instrument).
Therefore, what do you think of the name: "Greta In The Box" For my punk fusion band? Before you get any dirty thoughts, Greta is one of the German wire-haired pointers that we periodically dogsit, and when her owners are gone, she sulks in her doghouse on the patio, thereby earning the moniker "Greta In The Box".
On the upside, whenever I show up, Great is *crazy* about me... I mean, she jumps up on my lap, wiggling in that doggie way that says "I'm going TO EXPLODE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH."
She really was surprised when I walked in with it this afternoon and it was worth it to see her smile. I wanted to play for her, she's probably going into hospice either directly or shortly after she's released from the hospital in the next week or so, and the way her cancer is spreading, this very well could be the last. She actually looks better than I expected when I walked in yesterday afternoon, but she looks frail, is weak, and if they can't get her back pain under control with radiation - she's punching the morphine self-med button as fast as the timer will dispense it - she's not going to be able to walk and take care of herself, which means hospice.
So, after all, I don't think I'm gonna smash it... because if this is the last time she sees me playing a guitar, its going to mean a lot to retrieve and keep it after I come back to do the estate sale and sell the house (I'm leaving it here so I have an instrument to play when I'm in town. I'm hoping she will be around for Christmas. I've tried to talk her into coming to Cali, but she is determined to finish her life in Iowa).
Anyway, I told Mom about Greta and the basis for the band name, and she liked it...