The Brotherhood of the Sketchy White Van.

There is a certain sense of camaraderie felt between men forced to drive around in sketchy white vans all day long. We drive the kind of van favored by serial killers and kidnappers the world over. Take for instance Gary Hilton, the guy who killed the hiker in Appalachia some time back. It surprises me not that he drove a sketchy white (Astro) van. I found this itemized list of stuff found in his car, and number 163 I find particularly disturbing.

 

Our day got really long yesterday. Christina Milian, a songstress of questionable talent, was having serious trouble with a rented G5. So we sat around the studio for a few hours, watching a real tech guy work, and drinking water. Overtime is a beautiful thing. We have to work early today, so we need to get going. Sepulveda, 101, 134, Burbank. Not too much traffic when you work at 10/11 AM. 

The Dignity of Labor.

 

In about an hour, I will begin applying my two degrees and considerable brawn to a new job; hopefully there is nothing over eighty pounds to be carried solo. I am starting work at Capitol Audio Rental in Burbank. Jay’s brother (Scott) and I will be delivering fancy new audio equipment to various studios in town. Apparently this is a constant transaction, as it merits two full-time delivery people.

 

After not holding what many may (not) call “actual employment” for some time, I am excited at the prospect of nine hours of the day disappearing. Kudos to Papa, master of the sedentary lifestyle, for not going crazy every single day. I have learned in the last month that I cannot be left alone with my thoughts for longer than twenty minutes.

 

I sat next to a violinist named Chelsea on the plane to LAX yesterday. After some conversation, I ventured to ask whether the strange contortion of the neck (to place chin on violin) required, keeping the instrument in place, ever left her real sore. She took that as “all violinists look stupid while playing.” I spent the next thirty minutes claiming a love for the violin I do not really hold. I don’t think she likes me very much.