Today's office.

 + The Gospel for today.

I have a German friend who always puts up a picture of his bass in the place he is playing on that particular day with the caption, "Today's office."

Okay, this morning I'm playing at the Mervyn Kemp library in Tawa. No big deal at all. It's a 30 minute gig and will probably feel like it is over before we (Daryl and I) start. Considering that I did 7 hours of practice over the last two days, the gig will certainly feel very short!

Enough about that. At the time of writing, all the comments on my last post are from me. I think I've been writing this blog since 2007. Two other bloggers followed suit a bit later, but I was the first. The Christ of this blogging community.

Richard (of RBB)

I guess it's fair to say that I am the way, the truth and the light.

I even have a saint that I appear to - Saint Maria Antalek.

St. Maria lived to a ripe old age, once she became a witch. She escaped the evil clutches of Cardinal (later Bishop) Almassy. You'd know all this if you had read my last post. 

Okay, moving right along.

It is probably fair to say that I did 7 hours of violin practice in the last two days to save you all from suffering for eternity. Hey, do you really think I needed to practise 7 hours to play in a silly little suburban library? Hey, by using logic (AND practising my violin), I got rid of Hell for you! Forget Rob's silly saints, divine redemption is right here, in front of you, at Richard's Bass Bag.*

The path to RBB.

Now that I've got your attention.

The rain has stopped here. I commanded it to. It seems that the road out of the Nui is back in action too. This will be my first time out of 'the valley' in three days. That's a bit like rising from the dead. I wonder if a holy book will get written about me? If this is to be, I'd like it to be called The Mible.

Peter 1:1 In the beginning there was darkness. Richard went to the kitchen light switch and said, "Let there be light." And there was light. Then Richard said, "Let the heater by the computer be turned on." And it was turned on. Then Richard said, "I will write a gospel."

In the beginning, the boys were lost. Maybe they just had too much spare time and didn't know how to fill it? Rob was using church as a place to hang out. He even scored a job in the church shop. This is where he became interested in rosary beads. Peter had joined both a tennis and a golf club. He remembered his successful days as a sacristan and decided that he would now collect golf balls. Unfortunately, he kept slipping down a bank where he suspected lost golf balls would be. He was also being picked on at tennis. These two boys needed to be saved. Their salvation came with Richard's Bass Bag.* Both boys saw the light and set up blogs. 

That's it for now.

Ciao tutti.

* the original bass bagging site