Linda is still gone this morning, so my sleep pattern is out of whack.
Got up at 5:00 and came up here to write. My biggest client acknowledged
my resignation with a nice e-mail note yesterday. I know, as Linda has
convinced me, that slowing down is the right thing to do. Rationally,
I realize that. But God, it was hard. After everything I've been through
on that account and as close as I am to many of the people up there,
it was like performing that maneuver on a slick road where you steer
into a skid. Well, it's done now and we'll see where my life goes. I
also resigned an account here in town and I got a lot of pleasure out
of that. They've had their last chance to stab me in the back. Too bad
they won't have that form of recreation available to them any more.
I almost feel like I've deprived that guy of something valuable. Tough
noogies.
Doug Sahm died a few days ago-I've mentally composed a letter I want
to send to the Statesman about how much his music has meant to me. What
a delicious stew of Mexican, German, Cajun, country, hippie, roller
rink organ and sheer rock magic that guy served up for so many years.
And all of his songs just wailed with the joy of being alive. I remember
one time when Ball and I were dating and we'd gone to the Armadillo.
We'd stepped outside for a bit and as we were walking back through the
parking lot, we heard this incredible version of "Walking the Dog" by
Doug and a group of Austin all-stars. (Heck, you could hear it for about
three miles in any direction.) Man, that back beat was so heavy that
I thought the sky was going to be pulled down by it. Several of our
local music commentators (of which there are many) have said that for
whatever reason, Doug never was that big a success commercially. Maybe
not, but he sure left of lot of memories-a kind of success that can't
be measured in words.
Well, I'm going to go eat my dry toast and drink a cup of fresh-brewed.
(That coffee maker we bought is worth every penny.) Need to go pick
up Linda's new dressy clothes at Melba's and then go by Jack Rock's
to get Rebecca's CDs to give away at the Ballet ball next Sunday. I'm
also going to make some headway on that "High Tech, High Touch" book.
Actually, it's a quick read and the guy is making some good points,
though he has mucho filler at the front.