{"id":149,"date":"2008-10-24T12:21:02","date_gmt":"2008-10-24T16:21:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2008\/10\/24\/lets_see.html"},"modified":"2008-10-24T12:21:02","modified_gmt":"2008-10-24T16:21:02","slug":"lets_see","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2008\/10\/24\/lets_see.html","title":{"rendered":"Let&#8217;s see&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\tAha,  have not used this crazy keyboard contraption in a while.<\/p>\n<p> I woke up today saying to myself &#8220;Let&#8217;s see here, what am I gonna do now?&#8221; I faced no crossroads or other dilemma. It is just an idle phrase that lingers in my mind when I am hung over like I am today. It is also the phrase from the first nightmare I had that I remember. In that nightmare I did something bad and was flushed down a drain. I arrived in hell and said &#8220;Let&#8217;s see&#8230;&#8221; just the same as I did this morning. This is not that bad a hangover but it&#8217;s enough to remind me of that time I arrived in hell.<\/p>\n<p> I was 5 or 6 and living in Laos when I had that dream. At the time I thought hell was under our house. I also seemed to think that arriving in hell was not for all eternity, and that I could figure a way out. That&#8217;s kind of strange, now that I think of it, because the reality is that I am not so sure I knew what &#8220;hell&#8221; was in the typical sense. We never went to church until we got back to the U.S., and no one around me was religious. So I don&#8217;t know where I got this notion of hell.<\/p>\n<p> At any rate, I had fun last night. Pete, my friend from high school, was passing through town. He plays guitar for what I guess I&#8217;d call a country\/folk type of singer\/songwriter and they&#8217;re touring all over the place.  So between soundchecks and the show we wandered around Manhattan for a few hours. It was a nice night.<\/p>\n<p> Now I am at the Starbucks, thinking I must have something more to say. I came here because I am out of coffee at home. That is just a deplorable situation.<\/p>\n<p> It was interesting to hear Pete express his ambivalence about the band he&#8217;s touring with. I guess I imagined that if someone commits to a months-long world tour with somebody it&#8217;s at least partly because they have some enthusiasm for the act. I guess I should not be surprised to find that that is not necessarily true.<\/p>\n<p> It&#8217;s also funny to me how incoherent the so-called security detail is at these events. These guys carry on like they&#8217;re the fucking secret service but in reality they do not have too firm a grasp on what is happening. I&#8217;ve seen this at other events and places, too, and I have long thought that the &#8220;work&#8221; done by professional security firms is virtually always a charade.<\/p>\n<p> The amazing thing about Pete and me is that years go by between conversations but it is as if no time has passed. That is no charade.<\/p>\n<p> So let&#8217;s see now, what am I gonna do here? In my pocket I find remnants from last night. We had dinner at a place called The Diner on 14th Street\/9th Avenue. Then it was Woody McHale&#8217;s, McKenna&#8217;s, and the Art Bar. Then it was free beers and an amazing cake at the backstage dressing room at the Highline Ballroom. That room was might uncomfortable and I didn&#8217;t stay long before going back to McKenna&#8217;s to watch some of the World Series game.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Aha, have not used this crazy keyboard contraption in a while. I woke up today saying to myself &#8220;Let&#8217;s see here, what am I gonna do now?&#8221; I faced no crossroads or other dilemma. It is just an idle phrase that lingers in my mind when I am hung over like I am today. 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