Who Needs Action When You Got Words
Weird. I sat down wanting to write but I don't know what to write about. I typically write about some band news, but I'll save that for last. I guess I'll just write whatever comes to my mind. Currently I am full from the chicken Caesar salad I cooked myself, followed by the bowl of left over vanilla ice cream from last night's get together at Tom and Lynn's. Tonight was the first night I grilled chicken, so I won't lie that a part of me is worried about salmonella but I'm pretty damn sure I cooked it thoroughly. It did come out tasty nonetheless and I'm quite proud with the way it came out. I even realized that paprika has a purpose in life other than wasting cupboard space. If I do get sick, at least I'll be sick with a smile.
I bought Nirvana's MTV Unplugged performance DVD. I had too. I don't own any of their cds and if you're a fan of music, any music, you just have to own some piece of Nirvana music. This DVD was just calling out to me. It's damn good and the investment was well worth it.
Speaking of performances, I've been to two this past week. One was a piano recital which my fellow bandmate Aaron was in. He asked me to turn the music pages for him. I was nervous. Last thing I would want to do is skip ahead a page or have the whole book fall off in front of the intellectuals sitting there watching him. My music reading is poor so I couldn't just "read" along. Luckily, despite it being poor, I do know a thing or two about musical notations and such, so I did my thang and it all turned out well. When I turned that last page, I wanted to break out into a giant smile but held it in because these intellectuals watching would probably think I'm some dummy or such. Seriously, these people were discussing child prodigies and about Franz Schubert being dia-something or other and I felt really out of place. I wanted to ask if anyone was excited about the new Alien vs. Predator movie coming out Christmas Day, but I thought better of it.
The other was a dance show that my coworker Laura was in. I got lost in Brooklyn, but luckily arrived just in the nick of time, and due to lack of chairs, they set one up for me in the very front row. The dances were all great and interesting and some of the moves were like, "what?!?!?" The worst part of all this though was the last dance in which they asked the audience members to join them in dancing to some hip hop song or other. Lucky me, sitting in the front row...well things turn for the worst and they physically grab me and throw me out in this performing area. All I'm thinking is, "Don't do the white boy dance. Don't do the white boy dance."
I did the white boy dance.
Sigh.
I think I can talk about my band now. Still namesless, but still playing. So feast your pretty eyes on this:
Finally, a show in Manhattan. We play at midnight, so when you come, you have to remember you might be too tired to get up Saturday morning for those cartoons. But that's ok because I don't think Eek! The Cat or X-Men are on anymore. I expect you all to be there since it is Preston's birthday bash and you don't want to make him cry on his birthday, right?
Some other news. Christmas is coming up and I completed about 90 percent of my shopping which is great because usually I end up scrambling over to the mall on the 23rd. I will not be homeless but I will not be bound to one place. Lynn came up with a drinking game for Lost which I though was awesome. Every time there's a "what the fuck is going on" moment, you drink. You're bound to get buzzed before the first commercial break. I shaved my head.
Night y'all.
PS - I'm kidding about my head being shaved.
PSS - For now.
I bought Nirvana's MTV Unplugged performance DVD. I had too. I don't own any of their cds and if you're a fan of music, any music, you just have to own some piece of Nirvana music. This DVD was just calling out to me. It's damn good and the investment was well worth it.
Speaking of performances, I've been to two this past week. One was a piano recital which my fellow bandmate Aaron was in. He asked me to turn the music pages for him. I was nervous. Last thing I would want to do is skip ahead a page or have the whole book fall off in front of the intellectuals sitting there watching him. My music reading is poor so I couldn't just "read" along. Luckily, despite it being poor, I do know a thing or two about musical notations and such, so I did my thang and it all turned out well. When I turned that last page, I wanted to break out into a giant smile but held it in because these intellectuals watching would probably think I'm some dummy or such. Seriously, these people were discussing child prodigies and about Franz Schubert being dia-something or other and I felt really out of place. I wanted to ask if anyone was excited about the new Alien vs. Predator movie coming out Christmas Day, but I thought better of it.
The other was a dance show that my coworker Laura was in. I got lost in Brooklyn, but luckily arrived just in the nick of time, and due to lack of chairs, they set one up for me in the very front row. The dances were all great and interesting and some of the moves were like, "what?!?!?" The worst part of all this though was the last dance in which they asked the audience members to join them in dancing to some hip hop song or other. Lucky me, sitting in the front row...well things turn for the worst and they physically grab me and throw me out in this performing area. All I'm thinking is, "Don't do the white boy dance. Don't do the white boy dance."
I did the white boy dance.
Sigh.
I think I can talk about my band now. Still namesless, but still playing. So feast your pretty eyes on this:
Finally, a show in Manhattan. We play at midnight, so when you come, you have to remember you might be too tired to get up Saturday morning for those cartoons. But that's ok because I don't think Eek! The Cat or X-Men are on anymore. I expect you all to be there since it is Preston's birthday bash and you don't want to make him cry on his birthday, right?
Some other news. Christmas is coming up and I completed about 90 percent of my shopping which is great because usually I end up scrambling over to the mall on the 23rd. I will not be homeless but I will not be bound to one place. Lynn came up with a drinking game for Lost which I though was awesome. Every time there's a "what the fuck is going on" moment, you drink. You're bound to get buzzed before the first commercial break. I shaved my head.
Night y'all.
PS - I'm kidding about my head being shaved.
PSS - For now.