Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Apr. 11th, 2009.
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2008-08-18:
"You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do." -- Anne Lamott, writer.
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eftychia at 04:16pm on 2009-04-11Okay, I've been ill enough to have missed a month or so of rehearsals and had to ask for groceries to be brought to me. But the way this story is supposed to go, the day I have a gig I'm supposed to somehow find a hidden reserve of energy, perhaps inspired by the ghost of Harry Houdini[1], enough to stubborn my way past my symptoms and make it to the gig without wrecking the car and put on a good show despite how wretched I feel, right?
Okay, not absolutely giving up yet -- I've taken a second dose of pain meds, which should start working about the time I get out of the shower, and then I'll see whether I feel like I can drive safely. I really hate missing a gig.
But given the last few weeks ...
Anyhow: tonight, at the Greenbelt Arts Center, with or without me, enjoy the rousing, foot-stompin' Celtic music of The Homespun Ceilidh Band
[1] The way the tale is usually told, Houdini died pretty much as a result of "the show must go on" syndrome. Instead of getting medical treatment that might have saved his life after an injury in his dressing room, he did his show that night despite his pain, and when he did finally get to a hospital, it was too late. But being cautious, I consulted Wikipedia before finishing this footnote, where it says he had already been ill before the famous incident in the dressing room, so it may be as much as general not wanting to go to the doctor as the show-must-go-on mindset that kept him from timely, life-saving treatment.