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Whinge
Worse Than a Visit to the Dentist...
posted: 03/27/07
...Would be a visit to a dentist who, and yes, this is a true story:
a) is doing two fillings
b) so that's two shots of Novacaine
c) loves country music
d) plays it on the radio as he drills
e) has an assistant who also loves country music
f) and who also likes to test the gag reflex with the air sucker/blower thingy; thanks love, buy me a drink first
g) and both of these folks like to
i. tap their feet aggressively, aka clog
ii. whistle along while they work
I have a lifelong aversion to dentistry. The first R-rated movie I ever saw was viewed at the tender age of six. That movie was Marathon Man. If you've seen it, you know why I went nearly a decade without seeing a dentist (said decade-long period started more than a decade ago; I've been to the toof doctor in the last three years). My hygenist hadn't seen it, she didn't think. She "may" have seen the penultimate Nazi tooth-drilling torture scene as a "joke" in an early dentistry school orientation/indoctrination film. Ha-ha.
I don't find any of this funny.
Country music doesn't help. Neither does the [in]harmonic whine of the drill.
My visit to Montréal seriously rocked. Loved it there, had a great time at the gigs. Hung with an exceedingly cool luthier in the man-child of Mike Greenfield, who went out of his way to truly make me feel at home. I'll write more soon, and I"ll definitely be back.
A few days later my wife and I went away for a low-key vacation on Grand Cayman. Just as we landed, Tropical Storm Alberto decided to wake up and get organized. Four days later, after alternately staring at the wall and watching sideways-blowing rain fly across the landscape, we saw a little sun. And it completely cleared up just in time to get the hell out of there. I'll write more about that later too. Just kinda tuckered and stuff.
For now, it's the last half bottle of an '02 Conundrum and some over-the-counter analgesics. For now, I said.
I'm writing a new record. I'm playing live as much as I can. And I'm not going back to my dentist until he cultivates some new interests in music.
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