May 23, 2003 16:18
Scores of sores unmatched by the reservoirs of simplicity striking arbitrarily at the base necessity of my limited lineage linked through by hyperactive underachieving cyphertexting ritual.
Anyway. Back on the front, I’m ready to go to New York tomorrow only by a thin slice of time called bliss. I wish I could find a couple of people in the Providence area who wanted to put together a really pointless band so I could easily play a live show at Kamp this summer. Something that’s quick and sort of anti-queer core. If you are out there, I have like 20 minutes of material that could be complete songs so quickly. I can write a 40-minute set in no time. It’s a really good idea! I’m really hoping I can run into some people who would be in to letting me front their band for a night at Kamp. Hopefully going to some shows will allow me to meet some people. If anyone reading this has any way to hook me up, do so and I’ll cut a notch on your hip for you.
This is about the best summation of my week. My mind has kind of been in hover-mode, so I didn’t get much done, though I’ve written a few things to keep my energy up, and hopefully next week I’ll be back ‘in-studio’ and finish off a couple of tracks. I might have to vent a little angst-rok frustration through them if I can’t find a set-up down here in PVD. I’m sure Heath will love my faggy rock personae. Yeah, well, I have tattoos and I’m still not cool. Not like Uma Thurman.
~m