Changing

Yesterday, while changing from bar-b-que clothes to concert dress in the car, I realized that I probably re-attire in the car far more often than the average person. With the exception of other musicians, theatre folk (who like to get naked everywhere, anytime), and high fashion people who have to change in between red carpet shots. I do it so often, I even have a whole changing routine that is completely G-Rated.

It's times like this when I start thinking of how my choice of occupations oddly impacts my daily life. There are probably people in the world who've never stood on a stage. Who've never had to think about car trunk size when offered a ride somewhere. Who don't lug around a book bag full of concert attire. Who don't know the fine balance needed to carry sheet music, cello, and music stand at the same time while walking in heels down a dirt road. Who've never worried about getting dust on their concert dress from walking down a dirt road. Who've never even walked down a dirt road. At least the port-o-potties were nice.

An Erinku:
song
so stuck
in my head
what, what?