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Okay, a couple days without any updates, sorry, but we been busy bees, brah.
So, Jerry woke up, and we talked, and it turned into an arguement. Well, actually, he just got really mad at me, and I just said, "you know what? I really, really don't care" and that pretty much decided it. Jerry was taking the 'Hound home, and I was finishing out the tour as they found my naked corpse face down in the snow.
Sort of fitting, if you ask me. The whole thing got me thinking of the history of the Corpse, and it just made me realize how poetic (and silly) it was. I started it, I'll finish it.
We left Jerry's and headed down to Loisville. I was a bit nervous about trying the set as a one piece. I can sing and play fine, but it's a lot better if I have time to actually practice the parts. But this was just a "get up there and sing" situation. We arrived at the coffee shop, and I learned that I was going on first. This was great because a.)no one ever gives two shits about the opening band, and b.)looking around, I noticed that no one was there. The tension level started dropping. And then I looked over and saw Andy.
Andy was a cat from Portland that I had met years before. When I met him, he was dating Chelsea, and I had a tremendous crush on her. My crush was toned down by the fact that I liked Andy, and also by the fact that she was only 17 at the time (I'd have to say that the latter was the bigger issue). Andy and I got along alright, but there was always this tension between us; I have a feeling that he knew how I felt about his lady. Later, things got slightly worse when Chris and I decided to put out a record together, and that record would be Inked In Blood, Andy's band. And, well, let's just say that the record business is one that we should have just stayed away from. We didn't screw over the band or anything, but we ended up not putting out the record, months after we told them that it was in the works. We had become the indie label that Ben Weasel had always warned me about.
But anyway, Andy and Chelsea broke up, and years later Chelsea and I started dating, and months later Chelsea and I broke up. I went on tour, and came back to find that I was playing a show with Andy. We were cordial, but it was kind of awkward. I think that we like each other in theory, but don't really have anything to talk about. Our only commonalities were a record that I never put out, by a band that he's not in anymore, and a girl that we both dated. And now we have this random meeting in Kentucky. On the day that I'm to debut my one man band.
I headed out to the van and drank a bunch more of the whiskey. I'm telling you true, it's all about the Kentuky Traveler. Goes down smooth and gets you drunk quick, and there's no hang over in the morning.
I stepped drunkenly up to the mic, and had a damn good time, and I think I put on a realativly good show for no practice. It was fun, and I was looking forward to the next show as soon as I was done. EATBH played next, and the fifteen kids that watched me all suddenly disapeared. They played to the one or two kids that we're left, and by the time their set was over they were pissed. We loaded up the eqipment, and then voted. Majority definently voted on bailing and not watching the other bands. I was kind of bummed, as the kid who put on the show was really cool, and I wouldn't have minded seeing Andy's band, since obviously there's some sort of fated thing where he and I are destined to run into each other, but I'm really tring this whole "I don't give a shit about anything, I'm just going with the flow" vibe for the rest of the tour, so we took off.
We went to this resturant in Louisville that equaled anything I've ever had in Portland, and if it was a tad bit cheaper, it would have just straight out beat all the resturants in Portland. Justin F decided that he was moving to Lousiville, and we started the drive up to Cleaveland, with a small detour back to Cincinnati to get the money that Jerry owed us, that we forgot to pick up before we left. On the road again, rolling down the road... Every night, man. I'd like to stay the night, party with some kids. So far we've been on tour for 8 days, and we've done it ONE NIGHT. F-ing lame.
Okay, dude needs the cpu. More later.
z.
So, Jerry woke up, and we talked, and it turned into an arguement. Well, actually, he just got really mad at me, and I just said, "you know what? I really, really don't care" and that pretty much decided it. Jerry was taking the 'Hound home, and I was finishing out the tour as they found my naked corpse face down in the snow.
Sort of fitting, if you ask me. The whole thing got me thinking of the history of the Corpse, and it just made me realize how poetic (and silly) it was. I started it, I'll finish it.
We left Jerry's and headed down to Loisville. I was a bit nervous about trying the set as a one piece. I can sing and play fine, but it's a lot better if I have time to actually practice the parts. But this was just a "get up there and sing" situation. We arrived at the coffee shop, and I learned that I was going on first. This was great because a.)no one ever gives two shits about the opening band, and b.)looking around, I noticed that no one was there. The tension level started dropping. And then I looked over and saw Andy.
Andy was a cat from Portland that I had met years before. When I met him, he was dating Chelsea, and I had a tremendous crush on her. My crush was toned down by the fact that I liked Andy, and also by the fact that she was only 17 at the time (I'd have to say that the latter was the bigger issue). Andy and I got along alright, but there was always this tension between us; I have a feeling that he knew how I felt about his lady. Later, things got slightly worse when Chris and I decided to put out a record together, and that record would be Inked In Blood, Andy's band. And, well, let's just say that the record business is one that we should have just stayed away from. We didn't screw over the band or anything, but we ended up not putting out the record, months after we told them that it was in the works. We had become the indie label that Ben Weasel had always warned me about.
But anyway, Andy and Chelsea broke up, and years later Chelsea and I started dating, and months later Chelsea and I broke up. I went on tour, and came back to find that I was playing a show with Andy. We were cordial, but it was kind of awkward. I think that we like each other in theory, but don't really have anything to talk about. Our only commonalities were a record that I never put out, by a band that he's not in anymore, and a girl that we both dated. And now we have this random meeting in Kentucky. On the day that I'm to debut my one man band.
I headed out to the van and drank a bunch more of the whiskey. I'm telling you true, it's all about the Kentuky Traveler. Goes down smooth and gets you drunk quick, and there's no hang over in the morning.
I stepped drunkenly up to the mic, and had a damn good time, and I think I put on a realativly good show for no practice. It was fun, and I was looking forward to the next show as soon as I was done. EATBH played next, and the fifteen kids that watched me all suddenly disapeared. They played to the one or two kids that we're left, and by the time their set was over they were pissed. We loaded up the eqipment, and then voted. Majority definently voted on bailing and not watching the other bands. I was kind of bummed, as the kid who put on the show was really cool, and I wouldn't have minded seeing Andy's band, since obviously there's some sort of fated thing where he and I are destined to run into each other, but I'm really tring this whole "I don't give a shit about anything, I'm just going with the flow" vibe for the rest of the tour, so we took off.
We went to this resturant in Louisville that equaled anything I've ever had in Portland, and if it was a tad bit cheaper, it would have just straight out beat all the resturants in Portland. Justin F decided that he was moving to Lousiville, and we started the drive up to Cleaveland, with a small detour back to Cincinnati to get the money that Jerry owed us, that we forgot to pick up before we left. On the road again, rolling down the road... Every night, man. I'd like to stay the night, party with some kids. So far we've been on tour for 8 days, and we've done it ONE NIGHT. F-ing lame.
Okay, dude needs the cpu. More later.
z.