Nazz-A-Palooza went great. We didn't finish up until after 4 am and even got interviewed for Public Access TV. I think I described my band BACON THONG (which was the 2nd band playing that nite) as sounding like the music that the Hawaiins played whilst they sacrificed lepers to the volcano gods. Or something. With the headlining and mighty CATERWAUL OF SOUND, we proceeded to end with a 20 minute jam that involved jumping off moving office chairs, "Sunshine Of Your Love", "Whole Lotta Love", "Blitzkrieg Bop", "Black To Comm", "Louie Louie", "Interstellar Overdrive" and some meringue music. Or something. Somehow, I ended up playing lead guitar by the end of it. And that's not easy explainable when you start the song out playing bass. And people actually stuck around and loved it! Or at least they were too stunned to do anything but applaud.
Well, that's what happens when you meet up at 7 pm and are left to yer own (suspect) devices all nite! Both of our guitar players had passed out and had to be revived before we took the stage.
But, that's in the past. As is this... one year ago today, I was unceremoniously blindsided and shitcanned from my job of 14 years. Today, I log on, to find out that the remainders of the company are going to be immenently sold or liquidated. Gloating would be wrong, but let's just say I smirked a bit.
Sometimes the light is shining on me. Other times it's raining out.
… The next ward over was the "broken" ward with lots of broken bones, many most likely to be amputated, and a guy with his face pretty mangled with blood on his lip because some jerks beat the shit out of him. But none of that could prepare me for the maternity ward. I'm not gonna try to describe the sights 'n sounds because the video on the blog should handle that for me. But I will tell you that I've never experienced a more pungent stench of shit, piss and decay in my life. I mean this made a Burning Man outhouse smell like perfume. I'd never been more glad to have hand sanitizer (part of the job was touching the patients because they feel a visit from whitey was sent by God). And oh yeah on the way out we saw a long fresh trail of blood going from the sidewalk outside to a puddle near the benches. Someone said they saw a nurse shaking her head sadly because a kid was just brought in with his leg crushed by a car. You can imagine what they were going through being treated in this place. VIVA UGANDA!! I'm pretty sure this activity was the most grim on the trip and I promise to make the next update more uplifting. Today we're going way up in the mountains to a small village with views that are supposed to be outstanding so look forward to that tomorrow.
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