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Trinity Amps, you can fuck right off....


-for lying about checking into an international postal insurance claim.
-for stalling and ignoring my amp on your bench for over a month untouched while you instead made other people's amps.
-for being defensive when asked about your obvious inaction.
-for not giving a shit about customer satisfaction and your warranty process.
-for essentially holding my amp 'hostage' until I weakened and paid for a repair that should've been an insurance claim. 

I shall voice my opinion about your atrocious customer service in every appropriate context. 

Fuck you, Trinity Amps. 

Last night, the live-in maintenance guy (forgot his name--Scott? Mike? Dave? Jeff?) was talking to someone on the 1st floor while he stood in front of his balcony loveseat (I'm on the 2nd floor).  He saw me coming with a guitar on my back, a pedalboard in my left hand and an amp in my right hand.  And he took note and....didn't budge.  Almost defiantly as if to say 'the lack of room is your problem, deal with it."  Once I saw that he had no intention of moving even an inch (which would have been the neighborly thing to do) it pissed right me off.  I reacted by "accidentally" slamming my pedalboard into the loveseat (which made a hell of a racket since I hit it hard) and bumping him with the amp.  Then, I kicked open the glass storm door to the stairway and kept it open with the pedalboard case. 
 
His reflection in the glass was one of disdain and disapproval.   Loud enough for him to hear I mouthed "next time get out of the fucking way." 
 
Life at the apt. just got a bit more interesting.....

As a result of my recent development of (painful, painful) plantar fasciitis coupled with my lactose intolerance my doctor had a hunch that I might be a bit vitamin D and/or calcium deficient so we drew blood for a simple test.

The results came in today.   My calcium level was fine but.....here are the current classifications based upon vitamin D levels in blood: 

• 0-14.9 ng/mL = Severely deficient
• 15.0-31.9 ng/mL = Mildly deficient
• 32.0-100.0 ng/mL = Optimal
• >100.0 ng/mL = Toxicity possible

MY level?  8.0 which is SEVERELY deficient.  Uh...wow.  The nurse was very serious and was almost stern with me.  I'm being placed on an 'emergency' regimen to boost my levels immediately.  If I were older I might be hospitalized with this level of deficiency.   I'm apparently at substantially increased risk for a host of illnesses with my depressed auto immune system.

I'm amazed I haven't fallen to pieces given how far out of whack my body's level is currently; fortunately, despite this, I'm in pretty decent shape.  The good part is that raising my levels may very well afford me some relief from my arthritis, may allow a bit of weight loss, will reduce S.A.D along with a host of other positive consequences.

Thank you, Doc Lockwitz!  I shudder at what might have happened if he hadn't suggested this test.

*phew*

...a living, breathing thing I would kill it.  In cold blood.  And I'd ENJOY it. 

Die, fucking pager, DIE!!!!

...it doesn't matter how your performance is if the audience cannot see you or feel a sense of participation in the show/event.  Last night's Black Moth Super Rainbow show was such a lesson. 

It started strongly enough with a clever little video intro and went steadily and quickly downhill from there.  NO lights onstage and the clad-totally-in-black drummer wore a stupid ski-mask.  The bassist had silly hat with horns and the other two people onstage were just shadows. Instead of seeing the artists we saw an ever-boring series of non-sensical video loops which had little or nothing to do with the song or show.  

They steadily lost the audience and deservedly so, IMO.


It was, however, a great lesson in what NOT to do for your fans.  

...a death rattle of a cough like the guy in the next cube has it makes me glad that I quit smoking cigarettes in my early thirties.  

Hearing him hack so violently in an attempt to break clumps of tar-colored phlegm away from the walls of his middle-aged lungs is damned unnerving.

....I can do some really STUPID things.  Like machine washing a hand-wash only merino wool shirt. 

It was a 'L' when I started and now...well...


....maybe it'll look good on my (4 year old) nephew. 

*twitch*

...focals....yep, bi-focals.  Unfortunately, I apparently am 'ready' for them.  I've been due for new glasses for a while now but realizing that bi-focals are needed kind of puts a pall on the old 'but you look like you're only thirty' comments I sometimes so kindly receive. 

Uh...they can now blend in the lines on the lenses so it's not so obvious that I have old man eyes, right?


At least I won't have to update my prescription goggles....I think. 

...for your eyes, you credit-card stealing, gutless anonymous fuckhead.  Fuck you for phishing my account and sending $895 of my money for "Brando Training" to Malaysia (whatever the fuck that means).  Fuck you for being immoral and without scruples.  


Mostly, just fuck you....