This is Your Frustrated Brain Resting in Your Hands

For a guy reading so many books (which already slows progress) (for an already slow reader) (and frustrates) (like crazy), I have to say that I'm really plodding through the Brain on Music book. It sounded so promising but it is very dry. The writing actually goes a long way toward convincing me that in order to feel compelled to write such a book, the author's work as a sound engineer must have a similar pace and mentality. For the book's sake, I'm glad I didn't get into the sound engineering work I thought I craved as a youth.

It is enough for me to proudly say I've attempted to dupe my friends into thinking they were getting phone calls from famous producers. Additionally, I've dropped names of acquaintences who have temporarily acted as promoters for such headliners as Big Head Todd and the Monsters (an almost-made-it band) (which is like saying an almost-sold-out band in some ways). By the way, the skin on my left elbow seems to be folding over on itself and pinching me more easily than it did when I was 30 pounds heavier. What is up with that?