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I have nothing excellent worth posting, not that I really ever do.
I'm living out of my trunk. Nights at Aubree's, the days at my aunts, and every few days I go to the dresser at my Dad's to repack my bag with clean clothes. The band is doing well. We leave on July 13th for a full tour of the United States. We'll be back for the blink of an eye around September 1st, and then back to San Antonio to finish the full length. Overall, I'll probably be gone from July 13th until mid-October somewhere, that is, unless something changes between now and then, as some things tend to do. Was Cat Stevens my first ever favorite band/artist because I loved his melodies and arrangements, or do I love the melodies I love because Cat Stevens was my first ever favorite band/artist? I love my Dad for showing me the folk music he did when I was a kid, because I think the music he picked as my first introduction to music was incredible, but had my first album been by Winger, would I still thank him like I do, only for introducing me to the wonder and gloss of 80s hair metal? I have no idea.
Every time I go to make one of these posts, I swear up and down as I'm logging in that I'll let myself write about whatever I want, except that I won't torture anyone anymore with my (probably incorrect) rants and views on music I love, hate, and create. That, as you know, never happens.
Hopefully in a month I'll have some really great pictures to post from the west coast that will make my journal exciting to look at.
Hopefully California doesn't decide to have that predicted earthquake while I'm there.
Hopefully we don't run into any tornadoes in the mid-west.
Hopefully this years predicted-to-be horrible storm season doesn't bother us in Texas for any reason.
Hopefully gas prices don't fucking kill me.
Hopefully we never see a nuclear war.
Hopefully I can someday stop listening to Flobots so that they can, in turn, through the lack of their music going into my head, stop making me sincerely believe that the governments going to get us all killed before our already untimely deaths of 2012, as (not really) predicted by the Mayans.
I'm living out of my trunk. Nights at Aubree's, the days at my aunts, and every few days I go to the dresser at my Dad's to repack my bag with clean clothes. The band is doing well. We leave on July 13th for a full tour of the United States. We'll be back for the blink of an eye around September 1st, and then back to San Antonio to finish the full length. Overall, I'll probably be gone from July 13th until mid-October somewhere, that is, unless something changes between now and then, as some things tend to do. Was Cat Stevens my first ever favorite band/artist because I loved his melodies and arrangements, or do I love the melodies I love because Cat Stevens was my first ever favorite band/artist? I love my Dad for showing me the folk music he did when I was a kid, because I think the music he picked as my first introduction to music was incredible, but had my first album been by Winger, would I still thank him like I do, only for introducing me to the wonder and gloss of 80s hair metal? I have no idea.
Every time I go to make one of these posts, I swear up and down as I'm logging in that I'll let myself write about whatever I want, except that I won't torture anyone anymore with my (probably incorrect) rants and views on music I love, hate, and create. That, as you know, never happens.
Hopefully in a month I'll have some really great pictures to post from the west coast that will make my journal exciting to look at.
Hopefully California doesn't decide to have that predicted earthquake while I'm there.
Hopefully we don't run into any tornadoes in the mid-west.
Hopefully this years predicted-to-be horrible storm season doesn't bother us in Texas for any reason.
Hopefully gas prices don't fucking kill me.
Hopefully we never see a nuclear war.
Hopefully I can someday stop listening to Flobots so that they can, in turn, through the lack of their music going into my head, stop making me sincerely believe that the governments going to get us all killed before our already untimely deaths of 2012, as (not really) predicted by the Mayans.