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Sunday, January 30, 2005 Sometimes I think the universe is conspiring against me. Scene 1: Dawn attaches all the various cables to her keyboard and flips the "on" switch. As expected, the digital piano turns itself on. Dawn takes a minute to find her notebook so she can work on some song ideas and goes back to the instrument, finding that it has done the unexpected and turned itself off. Twenty minutes later, all possibilities that it's functional are exhausted, barring the hope that perhaps the problem is with the power supply. Luckily, Tracy has the same keyboard and Dawn heads over to try the AC adapter on her friend's. It works, which means that Dawn's keyboard has 1) committed suicide 2) suffered congestive heart failure or 3) gone into a coma. The issue is still unresolved, and Dawn played the next morning's gig sans piano. The real irony is that this singer-songwriter doesn't hasn't owned a functional guitar (read: beg, borrow, steal) for a year and a half, and with the keyboard out of commission (hopefully for only a few days) that brings her down to no gig instruments. Scene 2: After a fun, although rather early, as in 9:00am, gig at Foggy Bottom Coffee and spending some time with a friend who'd come to the show afterward, Dawn had exactly three minutes to make it inside the bank before it closed. She parked the (borrowed) car in a spot that's ticketable and ran inside. Exactly four minutes later, she ran back to the car, mission accomplished, to find a $25 parking ticket on the windshield. Dang they were fast. That works out to the outrageous rate of $6.25 a minute. And yes, Dawn has been writing this entire entry in third person. Does that make Dawn temporarily insane? Buy a CD and contribute toward fixing the keyboard and buying a guitar. Or just leave a funny comment. ^ Top | 12:28 AM | | | 
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