Well, not exactly alone, I visited a few friends, had turkey and evrything but the kitchen sink with one of them, and called family, but was basically by myself, which suits me fine. I always try to avoid people at Christmas, I hate that one...
I also called everyone on bandmix that I have a phone number for, Shredd never answered his phone, but I got to say hi to Sans, JW123 and Philby and a guy I've known for even longer from a computer forum I once moderated. enjoyed all of that very much.
OK now I'm gonna get on my soapbox, and I'm not a happy camper...
CRAIG GODDAMMIT MAXIM...
I'm about at the giving up for good stage.
What??? WHAT??? Did I hear GIVE UP?????
Absolutely frickin NEVER...
I'll be hitting the big 55 on a couple of weeks, and I'm still looking for the chance to make a living playing music, probably in photography as well. I get depressed, I get absolutely despondent sometimes but I never, ever even think about giving up any more. (I did at one time, that's all I ever gave up) I was the most hated one in existence in high school because I missed the jazz band festival in Nacogdoches, my mother refused to let me go, we went camping instead...my name was mud...ditto for my first band, another camping trip got me kicked out. Even earlier, I was called every name in the book, told I was a wierdo, one idiot even told me they didn't want me at HIS school, never come back. A guy in 6th grade told a girl he'd make me kiss her if she didn't do what he wanted, she looked at me and said EEEWWWWWW....YUKKKK...that'll make you want to crawl into a deep, dark hole and never come back out I promise...
I could go on...but I didn't give up. The tendon to my left ring finger was severed at age 12, had to be surgically reconnected. I learned to play guitar again, and sax, and keyboards, drums, bass, clarinet, flute...my left wrist hurts right now and I still play. I've played all night in such intense pain I wanted to cry...and never gave up.
I never will and I won't let you either. Pick that damn guitar up and play it, keep plugging away. But DO NOT EVER let me see you say give up again...
Don't make me come over there...
I've had tuna fish sandwiches for turkey day well and truly alone too, by the way...didn't have to walk home, that would have been 12 miles, but I did walk it other times.
OK I'll shut up. Don't say give up again bud...
I'm a member of the BOMB SQUAD.
If you see me running, better catch up!
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