Hello Comboites,
(my mother was a Bozoette in high school)
And Tuesday is the open mike night at the nobby place, and Tuesday is when I'm pledged to myself to go and plug into their PA 'cause is not yet time for a Phil Jones Bass Cub to be manifested in my reality space here on the Isle of Everywhere.
That bag of ice I just put on my left shoulder is for a throb of pain my doctor told me this morning I should expect. And that I should ice my shoulder today because there will be throbbing pain. That's on account of the injection.
There are doctor's orders and then there is the rest of the world. Left the doctor's office, crossed the street and hopped the express downtown for a double latte. A gross breach of espresso etiquette if there ever was
— after 10 am means espresso, or perhaps macchiato, and certainly not a latte. Doesn't matter to me, I'm letting my eyes dance on the foamy spirals as I consider
—
Doctor said: no surgery
now and will be treated with physical therapy (and this injection) and definitely take it easy today and
do not play your bass again until Friday.
Which is not really why I didn't go to that open mike. Didn't go because it was raining no desire to try out the gig bag's rain fly.
And what I observe is how long it took to get this shoulder properly diagnosed.
Was noticing for quite a while my StingRay felt kinda heavy. Figured a better, softer strap might do it. Good strategy for new strap acquisition. Not a good strategy for truly alleviating shoulder pain. What I figured (I figured wrong) is the shoulder hurt because the bass is heavy. Um. They shoulder hurts because of arthritis, tendonitis, and blah blah blah.
What I did observe is this is the shoulder I used to carry my laptop -loaded attache and various tools of the trade that would get me singled out for special attention at the airports today. Like my pica pole. Security didn't like that when I was flying
then.
There was that time I got shook down by an elderly security guard eye patch-wearing woman in Wichita and nearly missed my flight 
The same attache, and my in-flight bag on the same shoulder over and over for years. And here I thought because my StingRay is 10 pounds.
So yeah, the latte, that's where we left off. As I walked cross-town ran into a friend I haven't seen in
years and she says: call me, husband's out of town tonight, let's do it!
And just as I was going to spend the day today with chord inversions
Keep the faith
M
It was a
very smart attache in black and tan modeled after Andrew Carnagie's attache. Carried it so much on that shoulder that: the metal clasps on the shoulder strap had 1/8 inch of wear from where they were attached to the D rings. And I wonder why my shoulder hurt after all this time. Snakes and Ladders of Life.