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    Shameless Commerce: Review of Rolling Duffel

    It’s perfect for what I needed.

    See, being a small-time gigging musician requires lots odds and ends aside from instruments, mic and speaker stands, speakers, monitors, and the sound system itself: speaker cables, monitor cables, guitar cables, microphone cables, microphones, guitar effects pedals, extra guitar strings, extra guitar pickups, a power strip, an extension cord, the sound system power cord, etc.

    Before today, I carried all of these odds and ends in multiple examples of small luggage. But toting about three bags was getting old, so I did what any frugal musician would do: I obtained a free duffel bag for reviewing right here and now.

    And what a bag it is; it holds all those little things my band’s little musical setup needs.

    Now, I have not yet done more than pack it, so I’m not sure how it will hold up under the rigor of the minimal gigging my band finds. As it all looks now, though, every last detail of it seems appropriate and well-designed, from the wheels on one end (just unzip the little thing on the other end of the bag, and extend the handle for pulling it along) to the hefty, smooth zippers to the many pockets to the numerous, handy handles.

    And I can’t wait to use it live–I’m looking forward to feeling professional, sleek, chic, chivalrous, and otherwise like someone to be noticed (whether or not my music renders me deserving), what with my brand spanking new, black, stylish rolling duffel, a Skyway Sigma 2 Rolling Gear Bag.

    Rock–and roll–on!

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    Better Than An Emmy

    We’re not into TV, anyway, so having no Emmy isn’t a big deal. But here’s what N had to say to M last evening as we processed corn and listened to loud bluegrass music, at that moment Alison Krauss.

    N pointed to the stereo and said, “Mommy, it’s like you.”

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    Shameless Commerce: Musician’s Friend Rocks

    Please note: This is not only an unsolicited review of service; it is also an account of merciless bargain hunting.

    There’s nothing like an online mega retailer to make my day. Or week.

    See, I’d been checking out PA system packages for our band, and then, once I’d narrowed my search, I sat idly by while waiting for a sale to come my way. Last Saturday, one finally tempted me, from musiciansfriend.com: $50 off orders of $250 or more.

    My order would be $700, though–so after I thought about it, $50 really didn’t sound that great. But oh! I thought to myself. What if I divided my order into two smaller orders? I called my sister, who agreed to place the second order.

    Alas, the Internet order form wouldn’t recognize the sale promo code as attempted by my sister, so I ended up calling the store direct, then realized I would have to call from my sister’s phone with her credit card, and so on and so forth.

    “Why don’t you just ask them if you can use the sale promo code twice yourself?” M asked. “You know what Mma Ramotswe always says: just ask if there’s something you want to know.”

    I called the store back: “Can I use the promo code on more than one order?”

    “How many orders do you want to make?”

    “Two.”

    “That’s fine.”

    Yippee! I thought, and stayed up late placing two orders, one for $250.77 (the $50 off meant a savings of 20%) and one for $449.99 (again $50 off, but this time a saving of only 11.2%).

    I was pleased as punch–I’d gotten a $700 system for just $600, and with all free shipping, at that. Terrific!

    But then on Monday when I checked the mail, I found a one-time-use postcard from the same, dear musiciansfriend.com for 20% off my next order.

    Hmmm, I thought. If I would have applied this postcard instead of the original sale to my $449.99 order, I’d have saved an additional $40. I called the store back:

    “I know my order has shipped already, but can I cancel the original sale promo I used in that purchase and replace it with the postcard code?”

    “I’m afraid not,” the lady said.

    “Oh, shucks,” I said. “I was hoping that maybe your 45-day, best-price guarantee would apply.”

    “I don’t know. Let me check.”

    And after five minutes on hold, I was informed of a re-crediting my credit card for the $40 difference.

    Now I was really elated–and when the sound system arrived on Wednesday, I was one excited puppy (no, I didn’t pee all over everything).

    But my story hasn’t ended  yet. The next day, researching one feature of my new purchase, I came across a price markdown for an additional item that I’d thought about buying but ruled out as “potentially great but not necessary.”

    I wonder, I thought…and sure enough, the “one-time-use” 20% off postcard promotion still worked on the marked-down price.

    We plan to test the system in the coming week, so we’ll see if it performs as great as I feel about the whole purchasing experience.

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    Festival Fun

    Yesterday M and I and our band performed at a lawn music festival in town, and it was hot and fun. Being in our band is a highlight of my life, and after we got home I stayed up late ordering a sound system of our very own even though it cost us a house project or two.

    But singing in the hot summer swelter wasn’t the only greatest part of my yesterday. Immediately after our set was up there was a “carry your spouse” race, with a first place prize of $20 to Cold Stone Creamery.

    M dashed up to me. “Let’s do it,” she said. We lined up with the other giggling couples.

    Did I want to win? You betcha. Unfortunately, ice cream, unlike perspective (as Hamlet says, “there is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so”), doesn’t qualify for magical mental to physical materialization.

    In the first race I charged around a sun shade tent and back to the finish line, cutting off competitors, M riding me like a jockey on a thundering steed. We landed in third place.

    Then the announcer said the top three needed to race again. I gasped for more air, took off, and we found ourselves into an easy second place, and then, in the last ten yards, pulled from a ten-feet lag to a tie for first place.

    “Maybe you two couples will just have to share the ice cream,” the announcer said. I didn’t hear who made the final call, though: the charging steeds were to now be the jockeys of their poor wives.

    Now, M didn’t have a chance, really. Never mind that her counterpart has a two-month-old baby and is shorter; her counterpart’s husband is much shorter and slimmer than me.

    The race host said, “Go!” and I hopped onto M’s back. She gasped and groaned loudly, then did a fabulous job of making second place look worthwhile, stumbling across the finish line under my two hundred pounds of ice cream loverness.

    Finally, there was one more greatest part of the day. When another band played “Twist and Shout,” N took to dancing in the muddy pool where she’d spent a large portion of the day. I was able to film just a snippet:

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    All Wrapped Up In Christmas

    Most of the free Christmas mp3 downloads from Amazon.com are quite nice (just skip the explicit selections).

    A recent one was, until I listened more carefully to the lyrics, rather prophetic. Tracy Lawrence’s All Wrapped Up In Christmas details what for many people consume this season: Christmas lights, shopping, the tree, Walmart (and “vicious,” in the same two lines), and so on.

    The last line clinched the song for me, though, when I first heard it: “Now don’t get all wrapped up in Christmas,” it said.

    I thought.

    Actually, it says, “Now go get all wrapped up in Christmas.”

    Good grief!