I finally got my gear. Now I can go to work. The interesting thing? That's not it.
Yesterday I spent a long time talking with the gentleman that delivered my stuff. Turned out he was a drummer when he was a little younger. Not a casual drummer, a serious drummer who among other gigs played a long run of dates with the Pogues.
Now that is seriously cool. Oh, my gear is here too, but delivered by an ex-member of the Pogues. That has got to be some kind of sign, don't cha think?
