Linux, musical road-dogging, and daily life by Paul W. Frields
 
You married a music man.

You married a music man.

Long day of music today… First I’m heading up to McLean for rehearsal at the unholy hour (relatively speaking in terms of the Book of Rawk, of course) of 10:00 a.m. After a lunch break, I assume, we’re going to the studio at 3:00 to work on additional vocals. I have to baby my voice a little today because it is in rough, rough shape after the week of illness. Nothing like a good coughing fit in the middle of a take: “My life is like a BLACCHAAAAHHHHAAACCCCKKK!”

Thank goodness I have the World’s Greatest Wife who manages everything at the homestead during my puerile little outings. And I hope you’re reading this too — see, I brag on you ALL the time! ?