Bill Martingale

September 3, 1996


What an outstanding weekend. Not to say that it didn't have a rough spot or two, but what weekend doesn't? Alright, I have to admit that there was some real fear Saturday night.

You see, my girlfriend Dana came to visit this weekend. The only real problems stem from mixed up communications. This time, we were at Paul's Deli when she and some friends began singing along with a song on the radio. I really don't dig the song that much. Then added on to that was the fact that one person there wasn't singing on key...I figured I'd go for a laugh, make an offhand wisecrack about being embarresed, and go see who else was around. Big mistake. I sent the message that I was embarrased when I wasn't really. We worked it out later on. Whether or not she forgives, I still can't let go of the fact that I failed to live up to the trust she put in me. But you see what I mean...mixed up communications...

I finally ran into the lead singer from the band I'm in, today at lunch. We're hoping to practice later this week. I haven't actually played with other musicians in far too fuckin' long.

Tonight, I start my new job. Tommorrow, I take my first quiz of the semester. Thursday, Paul turns 21 and half the eastern seaboard lines up to destroy his virgin liver. And I get to try and help him pace the whole thing. Sounds to me like trying to keep Times Square hookers off a country boy with $1000 taped to his forehead.

No new music yet, so I don't have any real strong recommendations to make. And no radio show this semester due to scheduling conflicts. Stay tuned.


bxmar1@maila.wm.edu

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