There was a guy
I never thought I could feel more than burnt out. I dont even know why I'm complaining (lightly, mind you), cause this is what I've always wanted. Summer has been full of all kind of fruitful and fruitless voyages, and yet for all of them, I am equally thankful - It's more than half over by now, fall looming high in the distance, with the hopes, nay, prospect of finally getting to relax, in the sunshine or not.
School is almost over - 2 1/2 more classes to go, that is, if I can ever beat this weird, weird math syndrome - I'm a pretty intellegent guy - Math makes me feel even less so - and on top of that, I am writer with noting to write. The book, however, seems to be going swimmingly, as Mike and I are feverishly working on completing another chapter, hopefully beginning a new one.
My band is being scouted - we'll either get signed or not, no biggie, because in September we are recording at Triad in redmond (whose website slips my mind for the moment), but most definitely one of the most emaculently constructed studios I have ever encountered - or hoped to encounter - It still amazes me that bastards like us can record there - on the nepitism plan, ho, ho.
We managed to get a good foothold in local and not so local venues across Pierce, King, and Snohomish Counties - Thurston is soon to follow.. after a break of sorts
4/28 - Seattle
5/7 - Everett
5/21 - Tacoma
6/18 - Renton
6/22 - Tacoma
6/30 - Seattle
7/2 - Gig Harbor
7/14 - Tacoma
7/17 - Seattle
7/21 - Seattle
7/29 - Tacoma
7/30 - Graham (yes, Graham - but come on, its an end of summer kegger)
This information is useless, I guess, to everyone except myself.. but its still nice to have it written down somewhere - The internet is less tangible than my notebook, but on the plus side, it is tons more legible.. We rehearse for most of August. After I return from Baker Lake, rather, cause I need to get into the woods, far, far away from here - So out to Kerouac's Wilderness I trot.. Desolation Peak but a stone's throw away, the wooded landscapes, crystal waters, horrific dams and all the what not I could care to imagine.
It seems as though I (and Mike) could have been murdered last month - About a month after we were beaten, some poor kid was shot dead in the exact same location - It would not surprise me if it were the same people, which makes, i dunno, the third time I could've died this year - and its barely half way over - That's gotta be some sort of personal record.
Last week I stumbled drunk into a parking lot and smashed my head on a storm drain, apparently unable to maintain my composure enough even to stand. My liver cries in agony as I drown out its voice with whatever whiskey or cheap beer appears in front of me.. reckless, maybe, but.. but what? ah, hell.. I've let this go on too long already. In the future I will write the complete guide to self loathing - this has been a pet project of mine for too many years to remember - But it will happen..
School is almost over - 2 1/2 more classes to go, that is, if I can ever beat this weird, weird math syndrome - I'm a pretty intellegent guy - Math makes me feel even less so - and on top of that, I am writer with noting to write. The book, however, seems to be going swimmingly, as Mike and I are feverishly working on completing another chapter, hopefully beginning a new one.
My band is being scouted - we'll either get signed or not, no biggie, because in September we are recording at Triad in redmond (whose website slips my mind for the moment), but most definitely one of the most emaculently constructed studios I have ever encountered - or hoped to encounter - It still amazes me that bastards like us can record there - on the nepitism plan, ho, ho.
We managed to get a good foothold in local and not so local venues across Pierce, King, and Snohomish Counties - Thurston is soon to follow.. after a break of sorts
4/28 - Seattle
5/7 - Everett
5/21 - Tacoma
6/18 - Renton
6/22 - Tacoma
6/30 - Seattle
7/2 - Gig Harbor
7/14 - Tacoma
7/17 - Seattle
7/21 - Seattle
7/29 - Tacoma
7/30 - Graham (yes, Graham - but come on, its an end of summer kegger)
This information is useless, I guess, to everyone except myself.. but its still nice to have it written down somewhere - The internet is less tangible than my notebook, but on the plus side, it is tons more legible.. We rehearse for most of August. After I return from Baker Lake, rather, cause I need to get into the woods, far, far away from here - So out to Kerouac's Wilderness I trot.. Desolation Peak but a stone's throw away, the wooded landscapes, crystal waters, horrific dams and all the what not I could care to imagine.
It seems as though I (and Mike) could have been murdered last month - About a month after we were beaten, some poor kid was shot dead in the exact same location - It would not surprise me if it were the same people, which makes, i dunno, the third time I could've died this year - and its barely half way over - That's gotta be some sort of personal record.
Last week I stumbled drunk into a parking lot and smashed my head on a storm drain, apparently unable to maintain my composure enough even to stand. My liver cries in agony as I drown out its voice with whatever whiskey or cheap beer appears in front of me.. reckless, maybe, but.. but what? ah, hell.. I've let this go on too long already. In the future I will write the complete guide to self loathing - this has been a pet project of mine for too many years to remember - But it will happen..