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Yesterday was the release day for A Broke Machine...which kind of feels like a wedding day, minus a spouse, a church, and a cheesy DJ. After all these months of preparation, it was hard to wrap my head around the idea, "this is it". However, small snags aside, everything went off beautifully and it was a very, very good day. Probably the best day I've had in two weeks.

Now, I'm focusing my energy on the upcoming release show on Saturday. I will tell you this: I'm playing with a band for the first time ever. It's some craziness! I'm borrowing Tut and Jeremy from the Huntington Beach hard rock band "Star Off Machine" to play drums and bass. Last year I did a little writing with Erick, the lead singer of STOFMA, which led to me become friends with the guys. Although you might never think of putting us together on the same stage, it's actually a great combination. The only downside is that they live so far away. Oh. And that I can't fit them in my pocket and take them with me on tour.

Last night, we had rehearsal down in Huntington Beach. As I was driving in horrible 3-hour traffic, I suddenly realized I left my glasses at home and was about to become blind as the sun went down. Sure enough, after sunset I was driving down the main street, about to go through a large intersection when at the last second, I saw an old woman wearing black clothes, shuffling across the crosswalk on a red light. What was this!!?? In Los Angeles, you never expect oblivious pedestrians to be in the middle of a busy road! I slammed on my brakes. The car behind me swerved and jetted through the light. The woman didn't even look up. She kept on shuffling.

What a terrifying moment. I could easily have hit her. All I did was say "thank you thank you" to some invisible protector. Even if I had glasses on, she still would have been nearly impossible to see on that road. However, my lack of spectacles certainly made me responsible for the scare.

At rehearsal, I told the guys about my brush with vehicular manslaughter. They were all, "Yeah. That happens all the time." What? Really? To whom? On what planet? Cuz on my planet, people with a deathwish at least wear reflective safety attire.

Anyway. It reminded me of this: