Tales from the ‘bucks. (2.4)
Ver. 2.4
I have an hour and twenty minutes to write this morning.
I have no idea what to talk about.
Yesterday I got a couple of IMs and an E-mail asking if I was alright. I was, I am, I continue to be. If I’m not alright, I’m no more alright then I was a week ago, and way way better off then two months ago.
But I’m fine.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. I was notified by this by a person who was 8 when he died. Since it happed right near my birthday you would think I would have remembered it. I could of course blame the fact that our ‘new’ rock station didn’t even mention it, while last year on the tenth, Zeta played nothing but Nirvana all day.
Tonight’s show will be heavy on the Nirvana. I probably won’t play any Hole though.
I also have some new tracks by the Gorillaz, System of a Down, Audioslave and Weezer to pop on. The music that comes in still for Zeta I try to get my hands on first these days.
I saw Nirvana right after I moved to Florida, it had to be months before Kurt’s death, since I moved down here right after Hurricane Andrew. My friend Jody came down to stay with me and to go hit the show at Bayfront. (Bayside? I’ve been to both a dozen times and I still get them confused). It was a gorgeous show, one of those Florida days that is just slightly too hot, but not unbearable, and the band was tight and seemed happy to be here to play.
I knew Jody forever, she’s a few years younger then me, and she had a child, Tony, when she was 15. Her parents were less then supportive, last I heard she’s doing really well, married to some guy who owns a garage or something in NY. I forgot her maiden name and sort of dropped out of touch with her. We used to go out a lot, and a lot of people thought Tony was my kid; I never bothered to correct them.
I have a lot of stories about Jody and I, most involve hard core drug use. We were young, and not that bright, but we kept it away from her kid, we were both militant about that.
I told you, young and dumb.
Fast forward more then a decade, and I’m hitting 37 in less then a week, I probably have smoked pot 5 times since I moved down to Florida, and have done nothing harder. I didn’t quit, I just out grew it.
So, my birthday night out has been moved to next week, Saturday next, I have a Carl’s bachelors party to go to this week, and Wook and Jordan cant make it on Friday.
I want to write about
Wook one day, I really love that girl, I don’t get her at all, I can’t figure her out, or pin her down, but part of the love comes from the fact that she’s in Law School, yet if you read her journal, this genius writes like a 13 year old Hobbit Fan girl, she’s into ubertrendy music, and as a music snob I get that, she has the best hair on the planet, and she’s funny as hell.
Plus, the cleavage doesn’t hurt.
So, if your local, and wanna go on the 16th, talk to the wife.
Score, just got my corner table back.
MINE MINE MINE MINE… I am a greedy miser.
God I love this new Gorillaz song.
I’m sitting here in a cold sweat, it’s almost like I’m going through withdrawal for something. But I can’t imagine what it is, I had one vicodin a few nights ago, and am still taking the Ultracet, but that’s it. Yet starting last night, I just got these odd hot flashes. Maybe I AM going through menopause.
Ok, maybe three people got that last one.
Of course it might be the gallon of caffeine I’m ingesting.
Oh, I’m doing a tiny bit of photography next week, Wednesday I’m going to meet Dennis DeYoung of Styx. Please make all the Mr. Roboto jokes now and get them out of your system.
Oh, and the new NIN isn’t that bad either, though it’s hardly new anymore.
I’m on the air tonight at 8pm EST. Though I might be late, if I am and you are forced to listen to the guy on before me before I get there…
Well I hope you like Cake.
I have an hour and twenty minutes to write this morning.
I have no idea what to talk about.
Yesterday I got a couple of IMs and an E-mail asking if I was alright. I was, I am, I continue to be. If I’m not alright, I’m no more alright then I was a week ago, and way way better off then two months ago.
But I’m fine.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. I was notified by this by a person who was 8 when he died. Since it happed right near my birthday you would think I would have remembered it. I could of course blame the fact that our ‘new’ rock station didn’t even mention it, while last year on the tenth, Zeta played nothing but Nirvana all day.
Tonight’s show will be heavy on the Nirvana. I probably won’t play any Hole though.
I also have some new tracks by the Gorillaz, System of a Down, Audioslave and Weezer to pop on. The music that comes in still for Zeta I try to get my hands on first these days.
I saw Nirvana right after I moved to Florida, it had to be months before Kurt’s death, since I moved down here right after Hurricane Andrew. My friend Jody came down to stay with me and to go hit the show at Bayfront. (Bayside? I’ve been to both a dozen times and I still get them confused). It was a gorgeous show, one of those Florida days that is just slightly too hot, but not unbearable, and the band was tight and seemed happy to be here to play.
I knew Jody forever, she’s a few years younger then me, and she had a child, Tony, when she was 15. Her parents were less then supportive, last I heard she’s doing really well, married to some guy who owns a garage or something in NY. I forgot her maiden name and sort of dropped out of touch with her. We used to go out a lot, and a lot of people thought Tony was my kid; I never bothered to correct them.
I have a lot of stories about Jody and I, most involve hard core drug use. We were young, and not that bright, but we kept it away from her kid, we were both militant about that.
I told you, young and dumb.
Fast forward more then a decade, and I’m hitting 37 in less then a week, I probably have smoked pot 5 times since I moved down to Florida, and have done nothing harder. I didn’t quit, I just out grew it.
So, my birthday night out has been moved to next week, Saturday next, I have a Carl’s bachelors party to go to this week, and Wook and Jordan cant make it on Friday.
I want to write about
Wook one day, I really love that girl, I don’t get her at all, I can’t figure her out, or pin her down, but part of the love comes from the fact that she’s in Law School, yet if you read her journal, this genius writes like a 13 year old Hobbit Fan girl, she’s into ubertrendy music, and as a music snob I get that, she has the best hair on the planet, and she’s funny as hell.
Plus, the cleavage doesn’t hurt.
So, if your local, and wanna go on the 16th, talk to the wife.
Score, just got my corner table back.
MINE MINE MINE MINE… I am a greedy miser.
God I love this new Gorillaz song.
I’m sitting here in a cold sweat, it’s almost like I’m going through withdrawal for something. But I can’t imagine what it is, I had one vicodin a few nights ago, and am still taking the Ultracet, but that’s it. Yet starting last night, I just got these odd hot flashes. Maybe I AM going through menopause.
Ok, maybe three people got that last one.
Of course it might be the gallon of caffeine I’m ingesting.
Oh, I’m doing a tiny bit of photography next week, Wednesday I’m going to meet Dennis DeYoung of Styx. Please make all the Mr. Roboto jokes now and get them out of your system.
Oh, and the new NIN isn’t that bad either, though it’s hardly new anymore.
I’m on the air tonight at 8pm EST. Though I might be late, if I am and you are forced to listen to the guy on before me before I get there…
Well I hope you like Cake.