hmm
what's up yall. it's been a while since i've updated. so here it is:
I really like playing with The Flux. it's been a blast so far. past couple weeks included the following gigs:
Tahoe weekend: whiskey dick's was some bar where the opening band was like, yeah, we can totally draw like, 100 people. the only people they drew were their girlfriends. the following night at Tradewinds (some dive bar) rocked. everyone was on their feet and gettin down. and i saw a couple faces from the last time we played there, so that was cool. we have like, fans and shit.
weekend of 4/20: played 4/20 at the Uptown in oakland. awesome night. the followng nigt we played a shitty bar in s.f. and for earth day 4/22, we played in my friend's barn in arcata. that show was the shit. so many hippies.
i feel like i'm missing a few shows, but maybe those weren't as memorable or something.
barista rocks. i'm sittting with her right now at some cafe in hayward. i think she thinks i'm working on my essay. haha. i'm such a slacker. but anyone who knows me knows that already.
i'm broke as fuck. i have no fucking money. i went to the bank to get a statement and it said "you have no fucking money, you dipshit."
my senior recital is coming up. (june 8th, yall. 7 p.m. recital hall at csueb) my jury is on friday. holy shit like whoa. so i've been holed up in practice rooms every spare minute i get. that is, every spare minute that i'm not slacking off or kicking it with barista. but i'm getting my shit together.
oh yeah. some dipshit stole my backpack from the mens dressing room in the theatre during our symphonic band concert. heads up to yall: don't leave shit back there. inventory in backpack:
(in order of importance)
1. the beanie from jenny
2. some buds
3. my planer
4. my brown sweater
5. all my work from my english class
6. gullivers travels
7. those little iPod headphones
8. hella pens and pencils that i JUST bought.
if i catch some motheer fucker wearing my beanie.... ooo....
okay. in an effort to not end this on a down note, and also cause it's pretty funny:
barista is singing along with the backstreet boys over the cafe stereo.
-d
I really like playing with The Flux. it's been a blast so far. past couple weeks included the following gigs:
Tahoe weekend: whiskey dick's was some bar where the opening band was like, yeah, we can totally draw like, 100 people. the only people they drew were their girlfriends. the following night at Tradewinds (some dive bar) rocked. everyone was on their feet and gettin down. and i saw a couple faces from the last time we played there, so that was cool. we have like, fans and shit.
weekend of 4/20: played 4/20 at the Uptown in oakland. awesome night. the followng nigt we played a shitty bar in s.f. and for earth day 4/22, we played in my friend's barn in arcata. that show was the shit. so many hippies.
i feel like i'm missing a few shows, but maybe those weren't as memorable or something.
barista rocks. i'm sittting with her right now at some cafe in hayward. i think she thinks i'm working on my essay. haha. i'm such a slacker. but anyone who knows me knows that already.
i'm broke as fuck. i have no fucking money. i went to the bank to get a statement and it said "you have no fucking money, you dipshit."
my senior recital is coming up. (june 8th, yall. 7 p.m. recital hall at csueb) my jury is on friday. holy shit like whoa. so i've been holed up in practice rooms every spare minute i get. that is, every spare minute that i'm not slacking off or kicking it with barista. but i'm getting my shit together.
oh yeah. some dipshit stole my backpack from the mens dressing room in the theatre during our symphonic band concert. heads up to yall: don't leave shit back there. inventory in backpack:
(in order of importance)
1. the beanie from jenny
2. some buds
3. my planer
4. my brown sweater
5. all my work from my english class
6. gullivers travels
7. those little iPod headphones
8. hella pens and pencils that i JUST bought.
if i catch some motheer fucker wearing my beanie.... ooo....
okay. in an effort to not end this on a down note, and also cause it's pretty funny:
barista is singing along with the backstreet boys over the cafe stereo.
-d