Mental infirmity
Okay, so today I want to talk about the plethora of little black devices that sit on my studio table. These include: my cell phone, a calculator, a tuner, a metronome, and a stereo remote. When the phone rings I answer the metronome. When I need to add things, I pick up the stereo remote. Some of you can probably relate to advancing-age-induced absent mindedness, but this week I got a little concerned. I actually put the calculator on my knee to tune my guitar, and stared at the zero for about 10 seconds wondering why it wasn’t changing as I tuned my E string! Oh dear.
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Bill Cosby says he thinks his brains are in his butt, because he’ll be sitting in his recliner and get up to go to the kitchen to get something, but when he gets there, he can’t remember what he came for, until the moment he sits back down.
I just blame absentmindedness on the fact that I have a fairly sophisticated “automatic pilate” that can accomplish most tasts I assign to it…..its just that sometimes it get stumped and needs assistance, but I’m too busy with my own thoughts to be bothered….so I stalls, or makes goofy errors while it’s waiting for me to come back around.