The illegal night club had an especially busy night last night. I need to call a number I was given, during normal business hours, and see if a sting operation is being set up and if so, how I can help. Other than that, I'm considering doing something like getting a really freakin' loud radio I can set to the right-wing AM station and play that just inside the roll-up door. Or, have a banner made saying "LICENSE PLATE READERS AND FACIAL RECOGNITION IN USE" and hang it so it hangs down over my front door, with the top bit looped over the top of the door, and the grommets it would have holding it in even if someone tugs on it, and put that up just before the night club starts up. I can easily have it up only when the illegal night club is doing their thing, and not at any other time. It's an idea.
Edit: Another idea would be to, from 2-5AM Friday-Sunday, when the illegal night club is in operation, if I'm not working, I could do some activity that causes me to not care so much about the noise. Like ... practice. Extra points for loudness and awfulness. Not that I intentionally want to play awfully, but it would be a fine time to try out new songs and experiments in general. This would have the effect of the pimps, ho's and johns knowing there's someone in here who presumably between sour notes knows they're here and what they're up to. Just a bit of a jog to any sense of self-consciousness they might have about going to an illegal night club.
One thing I did right last night, in busking, is I tried to really use my midsection and I think I need to learn to do this more. This is big among the flute players of all people, and while I was messing around with flute, I found old ladies who were eminent flute players talking about "Pelvic power" (heehee!) and one of the great flute players, I forget which, showing a student how he pushed out air by having them have their hand on his stomach while he played a piece. And flute is all about volume of air, not pressure (while trumpet is about pressure much more than volume).
I finally went to sleep and woke up around noon, then went back to sleep until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. I needed it. I had to list 10 more things left over from last night's photo and listing session, to be able to use the towel they were sitting on, to wash my hair ... it's going to be weird being back home, with access in some way or another to a conventional bathroom with a shower, and at the very worst case, take a bar of soap to the beach and use a public shower, a thing unknown here...
I need to swing by my bank tomorrow or the next day, to see if the latest check from Ken has cleared. If he's still writing rubber checks, then it's time to start making plans. Mainly time to start selling off everything I can spare, do my taxes so that's out of the way, and buy that plane ticket. All while not letting Ken know at all, of course. I'll do him the courtesy of calling him from the Honolulu airport after I land.
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