Sunburnt But Happy...

I attended the Mile High Music Festival over the last weekend. Temperatures were in the high 90's and no rain. Basically parked in one spot about 50 feet from stage left. It was great for the music and porta potties but as for getting water... well I hope next year they have more fountains. The had three water stations set up with approx. 8 fountain heads and one water spigot. Budweiser, the Unamerican Beer, was the main swill you could purchase. A cool 32 oz. for $8. I'm not complaining by any means about the festival. Excellently ran. Media reports only one person was transfered to the hospital and Zero arrests. I think to serve the people who bought the $85.00 one day or $150.00 for two day ticket They could have allowed coolers in. Coolers without alcohol. I'm not the type who likes to drink alcohol during festivals and when it's beastly hot.


The first act was a guy I had never heard of but became an instant fan of. His name is Brett Dennen. He plays a folksier type of John Mayer. He, of course, tours with John Mayer. Go to his "MySpace" page and check him out.

Second act was OneRepublic, A Colorado based band who was popular with the kiddies. Very good also.

Next was a duo of guitar players called Rodrigo Y Gabriella. Excellent!!! Just man and woman playing classical style nylon string guitars. Everything they played came from certain bumps and smacks on the body of their guitars for the percussion of their songs while they played. They gained another in the long legions of fans that love their music.

The next act was John Mayer. First time for me seeing his show. Another excellent show. He played for about 45 minutes and seemed to think he was done. Then he came back and played another 30 minutes. He started his show with no introduction. Just came out and started playing. He went thru his popular stuff from the radio then into his rendition of "Panama" by Van Halen. He took his shirt of to mimic Eddie Van Halen and played a Fender Strat that matched Eddie's guitar with the Red, White and Black stripes. I took phot's but I'm not very good at it so bear with me.

The headliner of the day was The Dave Matthews Band. Excellent and worth the pain of the sunburn I got.
I hope they come back for next years festival. 50,000 showed for DMB. It was insane. Sorry I didn't take more pictures of Dave Matthews but the lighting from the stage was way too bright for my cheap ass camera. Next... I'm looking at going to the Monolith Festival in September at Red Rocks!!!

Conundrum....

Okay.. At the end of last month my brother informs me that I owe him money for the computer I'm typing on right now when in fact he had given it to me. I was upset to say the least. I agreed to return it to him and told him he needed to vacate my apartment by the end of the month which was the same day. I sublet a room to curb the cost of rent which with a little sacrifice to extra curricular activities will be able to kinda afford now. He apologized saying he remembers giving it to me and he would move out at the end of July.

In the mean time he starts seeing this girl 10 years younger than him and she has yet to stay where she was staying for about two weeks. Basically she is living at my apartment with my brother. He recently cut the internet service he agreed to pay for while I was too cover the cost of electricity. After he went on an electronic spending spree consisting of a 46 inch LCD Sony Bravia television, a home designed computer and a massive stereo system with a huge woofer... my electric bill has gone from $23.00 in March to $55.00 this past month.

The girlfriend situation has now turned into an engagement. She has a 10 month old also. They stay up to the early morning listening to music. I work most days at 7a.m. I'm not sure if he intends to move out. I have a potential roommate willing to begin paying in a week. Conundrum

A Tuesday That Feels LIke A Monday....

If you know me personally you know I'm usually a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. For the most part that's true. But some days I'm a downer piece of shit. That's why I'm going to go to therapy. After all these years and just recently I realized that there is something just not right when I'm alone.

I have had interaction with someone most of my life. Never having to hard of time trying to find something to do with someone. Since my departure from the mother of my daughter. I'm finding it hard to be alone. Marnie knew that I liked being alone from time to time to which I do. On a periodical timetable.

I know I'm a biggy boy and your time is what you make of it. But the problem is motivation. Someone mentioned to me that that is a telltale sign of depression. To which I said "Naw... It's boredom." Well... that's my way of disagreeing with somebody. But that's also my way of not choosing to listen too. It takes the better part of a week for the advice to seep through the thick massive skull I have and reach the central processing unit in my pea sized brain. In which my slow processor and dim light think.. "You know...? They might be right..right..rightttttt..." (My feeble attempt at a reverberating echo)

I recently read a comment (actually the only comment) to a recent post by a friend and fellow blogger from Canada who wrote me to move on from my past relationship and live my life. Advice again that took the better of three days to finally sink in. Thanks Jen... You rule.

As for the getting off my ass and doing it thing, that's much harder than said. I know I'm depressed...now and it's not boredom. There comes a certain time when you just know. So in August I hope to get the help I need to return to the same person with the immature dick and fart jokes that everybody knows me for.

More Complaining....

All who comes here is probably getting sick of hearing about my constant battles with my ex-wife. But then again... people do blog about worse right???

It must be a state of mind when you get married especially in a church. The priest-pastor-deacon- whatever cause a certain mechanism in your brain to torment you for a long time. I'm thinking thank god I didn't get married in a Catholic Church. Excommunication and the holy nine yards when you divorce.

Anyways... I can't see how people get over the fact that the person that you called "wife" is so easy to let go of. Sure we have been divorced for a little over a year and a half but tried to remain close for Kahlyn's sake. But stated in the previous post. That changed the week after Kahlyn graduated high school. I think I'm mostly bitter and angry over that. The split second change from being the one that would get a familiar text or call to chat to nothing. You feel thrown out like the garbage. So, I've resorted to juvenile name calling (Which I know I'm bigger than and more mature. But can't help doing it, like I'm on moron auto insulter or something)

I have a friend I work with who is planning the same sort of divorce Marnie and I did. To while is becoming a failed experiment. I 'm getting the female view of what happened to Marnie and I from her and can't help but give advice that most certainly is given to Marnie in the same mannerisms. After I give them I ponder... Shit... I bet someone gave Marnie the same fucking advice to which I'm living in hell right now!!! Dumb fucking men... Idiots all of them!!! The tail-chasing canine!!

None the less, divorce is a horrible thing that should be placed in the same category as EF5 Tornadoes, Roadkill, A seaping itchy rash and Haggis. Well... I can't say our divorce was horrible. It wasn't. That was the smoothest process that came from our tenure together. It was the second guessing about whether I truly wanted to do it. Then the mind numbing realization that it was actually over. I think it's a ploy by men who thank god their divorce is final. Mainly because any man I know doesn't stand for failure. Failure isn't an option is a moniker you see on manly shit. Well, Boys???? Divorce = Failure!!

To tell you the truth, I loved being married. I just didn't know the rules about being married. I guess that's why 8 out of 10 marriages today end in failure. I know now what I needed to do to stay married but couldn't get my big head outta my ass to think straight about those rules. Anyways.... peace..............

Labels: Marriage.....failure.

I Can Read....

That's right folks.... Eric can read. Not very good but I'm reading.

All kidding aside, I have read three very good books lately. The first is a book by Greg Mortenson called "Three Cups Of Tea". Very Inspiring.

The next one is by the coolest man on earth... Ron Jeremy. You know who he is right... It's called "The Hardest (Working) Man In Showbiz" Insightful.

The one I'm just about finished with now is by Neil Peart. He's the drummer for the Canadian band Rush. It's called "Roadshow. Landscape and Drums.. A Concert Tour by Motorcycle. I love Neil's writings. I have read two other books by him. "Ghost Rider, Tales from the Healing Road" and "Traveling Music" I recommend all of them. Grab one.

More later...

Yeah...

Well... I've decided to seek help via a.... therapist. The year 2008 hasn't been kind to me. Thats a THERAPIST not THERAPIST.