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Woke up today, got dressed, washed my mom's Escape, got Sonic breakfast, met Terry at the Lodge and practiced a bit, then set out for Athens, and then on to Knoxville.
Senryu was awesome tonight at Old Java. You should have been there. The show was an all day affair with like 20 bands and all proceeds go to Hurricane Katrina/Rita relief. So not only was there rock, there was good cause, and that's good'r!
I wish I knew how to write a song.
Kyle Mims broke edge and is vacationing in Europe.
I talked to Chad/Gordo/Glen last night on the phone at like 1am. I'm not sure why, but Taylor and I sometimes lie in bed talking about whatever and Chad's name always comes up. So I called him and it was a drunken party at Twons. I sometimes miss the days that I could just dart over there and hang out, but these days are a bit more important to me, mainly because things are different than they used to be. I'm married, hairier, a Mason, into different music, in bed before midnight, fulltime job, and hopefully finding a different higher-paying job outside of Dayton so I can make a home for my wife and future children.
Plus I need to use what little musical talent that I have left in me for something mild, classic, and not too serious. Sometimes I feel like if I trashed my guitars, it wouldn't matter too much, simply because I'm not a songwriter and it's discouraging. Talk about a painful feeling... knowing how to play most anything you hear yet having fractions of usable original material to work with. I'd love to make an album that at least rivals old Floyd or Arthur Brown albums. I guess I'm alot like a million other people out there, so I'll suck it up and eventually the sounds will just show up. Its gonna be worth it.
Taylor is my inspiration. She lets me know what sounds like something else and what flat out sucks, but more-so, she tells me to get on with it and lay something down on record. She knows I can do it, its just convincing myself of the same thing. I love her with my entire being. Just seeing her here right now lets me know that she feels the same. I love you wifey.
Goodnight people. Git yer yaya's out.
Senryu was awesome tonight at Old Java. You should have been there. The show was an all day affair with like 20 bands and all proceeds go to Hurricane Katrina/Rita relief. So not only was there rock, there was good cause, and that's good'r!
I wish I knew how to write a song.
Kyle Mims broke edge and is vacationing in Europe.
I talked to Chad/Gordo/Glen last night on the phone at like 1am. I'm not sure why, but Taylor and I sometimes lie in bed talking about whatever and Chad's name always comes up. So I called him and it was a drunken party at Twons. I sometimes miss the days that I could just dart over there and hang out, but these days are a bit more important to me, mainly because things are different than they used to be. I'm married, hairier, a Mason, into different music, in bed before midnight, fulltime job, and hopefully finding a different higher-paying job outside of Dayton so I can make a home for my wife and future children.
Plus I need to use what little musical talent that I have left in me for something mild, classic, and not too serious. Sometimes I feel like if I trashed my guitars, it wouldn't matter too much, simply because I'm not a songwriter and it's discouraging. Talk about a painful feeling... knowing how to play most anything you hear yet having fractions of usable original material to work with. I'd love to make an album that at least rivals old Floyd or Arthur Brown albums. I guess I'm alot like a million other people out there, so I'll suck it up and eventually the sounds will just show up. Its gonna be worth it.
Taylor is my inspiration. She lets me know what sounds like something else and what flat out sucks, but more-so, she tells me to get on with it and lay something down on record. She knows I can do it, its just convincing myself of the same thing. I love her with my entire being. Just seeing her here right now lets me know that she feels the same. I love you wifey.
Goodnight people. Git yer yaya's out.