Good morning good morning. Monday. What fun. 6:30 wake up. Wasn’t too bad, aside from the dreams, multiple dreams, of living in horror movies. I did not like that very much, nope, no siree. The other day it occurred to me I have so many recurring dreams. And I almost never remember them when I am awake. College apartment dreams, movie horror dreams… eh, nope. Can’t remember ‘em right now. Dream life. Wigs me out.

Best way to fall asleep quickly, though: start thinking about your dreams.

Oh god I just looked at my calendar and have six calls today I think I am gonna be sick. SIX. I need to go hide.

I am drinking a Mountain Dew Zero Sugar Baja Blast Cabo Citrus this morning. It tastes like a spiked punch from an 80’s dance. Makes me kind of nostalgic, actually, for when those two girls came to my church in 1987 and taught me about Love and Rockets. I bet it was them that spiked the punch. God those two were so cool.

Today is the day I buy nothing. I can feel it in my bones. Didn’t go to the grocery store this morning, pretty sure we’re eating dinner at the house. I have checked my email and there are no unmissable record pre-orders. I can do it. I can do it.

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We are listening this morning to Rollerskate Skinny, their 1993 masterpice Shoulder Voices, 2014 red vinyl re-issue. Sounds fantastic. Co-produced by Guy Fixen of Moonshake. Never got to see Rollerskate Skinny, did I? Don’t think so. Love this record. Happy to own it on vinyl. If you want my old CD copy, let me know, I will mail it to you.

I just realized recently that your Bandcamp Collection page is a fascinating little insight into popularity. It tells you how many other people have each purchase in their collection. You can figure out what’s most popular in your collection and least popular. For me, the most popular is Cardinals at the Window, the Western North Carolina benefit album, with over 19,

000 other owners that is crazy. I have a whole bunch with 4-5 other owners, mostly friends and local stuff. I like this.

Similarly, I noticed in the AXS app you can see what number you were when buying your tickets to a show. For example, for this upcoming Wu Lyf show, I was the 16th person to buy tickets. For the Afghan Whigs show, the 67th. For LCD Soundsystem, 672nd. I like this. I don’t know why. Fun bit of info.

Excellent weekend of doing chores, flat-out running around like a manic lunatic for hours on end trying to get as much done as possible, thinking to yourself that this is the best way to live, why can’t you do this all the time. Last weekend we were returning from Boston, this coming weekend, we have guests staying at Chore House. And I don’t really know the guests, so I probably can’t lurk around the house. April 9 is average last frost date here in Zone 7B. Which means this weekend that just happened was the only free time I had to get all my spring gardening done, get things into the ground on time.

And man, I went for it. I got so much done in the garden. I had a pallet of soil delivered and I refreshed all the beds (except the two still growing winter garlic) and planted so much shit. I transplanted my giant sage bush and my giant rosemary bush into the greenhouse. Will they take? I don’t know. Fingers crossed. Moved the fruit trees out of the greenhouse since it’s warm enough for them to be outside again. Lost my banana tree over the winter, very sad. Planted basil and lettuce and arugula and radishes and carrots in the greenhouse. Planted tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, celery and broccoli in the planters outside. Might be a bit late for broccoli but gonna try anyway. Got the camera working in the greenhouse again so I can peek at my little planties.

Sunday I got to do a little bit of work in the studio in the attic, which I also won’t get to touch next weekend, which sucks. I got eight pieces of layer six in on the west side under the HVAC. Lotta complex custom shapes. Not a ton done, but it was a dent. I wish I could spend my life up there but, then, you there. My happy place. But, you know. I am lucky enough even if I only get a few hours a week, at most up there. I could be, like, a Trump or something.

I spent a lot of time thinking about this — the human happy state, how long and how often people get to spend in it, my place in the spectrum of humanity, compared to people who get to spend all their time in this state, or most of it. Maybe they’re rich or love their job. And people who get to spend none of their time in this state, refugees, the incarcerated and whatnot. And how much my daughter, kids obsess over it, how they have it locked in, man. They are laser-focused on spending as much time as possible having a good time. They could have a good time for like six hours straight and then when it’s done, just start plotting for how they can have a good time again. And who can blame them.

Jane had a lot of fun this weekend. She got iPad time and we went to Bojangles (who were curiously not playing any music) and she went to a cool college science fair with her mom and friends that she loved. She got to do playground time with Romy and then a playdate with Zinnia, an entire day of nothing but playing Sunday. She played so much she didn’t even really complain that much about having to take a shower. She still has that dumb cough I wish it would go away. We are probably gonna have to take her to the doctor, it’s now been a week.

I don’t have a mix for you today, I am sorry. I was thinking of making a cool 80’s housey-mix, but I did this before? With Soul II Soul and Technotronic and PM Dawn and whatnot? I played “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss” for Emma this weekend, she had never heard it. Man, what a great tune. Makes me miss my high school friend Pam. Been thinking about her a lot lately. Also the singer from Spandau Ballet, Tony Hadley, is in the video. Which is cool, but it’s weird, since Gary Kemp, Spandau Ballet’s guitarist, wrote “True,” the song SAOMB is based upon. Mysterious. WHERE WAS GARY. I am gonna have to email him and ask him how he feels about this. N.B. I do not have Gary Kemp’s email address.

Kinda half-assed this today. I am feeling a bit sick, literally, thinking about doing six calls. How do people live like this.

OH god oh god. Six calls. How will I survive.