Somebody recently asked me the following question:
"If you could wake up in somebody else's body, whose would you want it to be?"
I don't like to over-think things, but I had a few questions of my own. First of all, what sort of question is that? Why would you want to wake up in another person's body, and why are you asking me, weirdo? Secondly, would I have to accommodate all of their internal organs, or would their body just be some sort of jumpsuit? And finally, what if I already did and the answer is Me?
"If you could wake up in somebody else's body, whose would you want it to be?"
I don't like to over-think things, but I had a few questions of my own. First of all, what sort of question is that? Why would you want to wake up in another person's body, and why are you asking me, weirdo? Secondly, would I have to accommodate all of their internal organs, or would their body just be some sort of jumpsuit? And finally, what if I already did and the answer is Me?
I posed these questions to Brian at a recent practice session and he went all Mr. Miyagi on me and began to speak only in metaphors. He then revealed to me a gruesome blister he had been cultivating on his index finger. It was a type of blister with which I was unfamiliar. It sort of looked like a regular blister, except that it was bright red - almost fuchsia (if that's a color). Basically, it looked super-painful and a little creepy, if I'm honest. I asked him if it had something to do with his new ipod app - Cow Toss. He simply said, "It did not, Daniel-san"
(which he knows good and well I no longer prefer to be called). He told me that it was from
slapping the bass with so much gusto. He also told me that he had developed the blister by the second song of our practice. We ended up playing about 20, so I figured he was about 3 hours into the blister and he hadn't said "boo."
Brian said that the blister pretty much answered my questions about waking up in somebody else's body. For the record, I did not completely concur. But in any case, I acted like it made perfect sense, mainly because I didn't want him "painting the fence" on me.
I'm not sure if Brian was trying to say that he wanted to wake up in the body of someone with a healthy finger, or if he was just bragging about what we can all agree is a pretty awesome injury. Either way though, I learned that Brian has some serious dedication to continue to play with something so revolting growing under his skin.
We put him on vasaline-lined glove-rest because we have a truly major gig coming up on Thursday. We're playing at the world famous Momo's in Austin, along with several other bands. If you've never been to Momo's, you definitely want to be there. And even if Brian's finger is not completely healed up by then, you can be sure he'll play through the pain and fight for our honor.
