What the hell...
Wow, I haven't written anything here in a looong time and don't know why I'm deciding to do it now, but here goes.
I guess the reason why I decided to start this up again is partly becasue I finally bought a new moniter to replace my old wine soaked one. This will allow me to write the majority of my entries drunk and in the privacy of my own home.
These of course, are always the best.
Now, however, I am sober and at work.
The move out of Denver is starting to take a more recognizable shape.
Ralph just got accepted to grad school in Chicago and we've been talking all day about convincing Joe to come with us (his girlfriend lives there) and get a place together, even after this conversation;
Him: Yeah, here's the school, pretty much right downtown next to the lake (sends me a map)
Me: ohh, S. Wabash, that's where all the gangs hang out
Him: it's cool, I'm in a gang, I never told you guys though
Me: yeah, but the S. Wabash Wrecking Crew is the toughest gang in the world
Me: they're an asian gang and they know every form of karate ever invented
Him: shit
Him: good thing I have a gun
Me: won't matter, they have bullet proof faces and gun melting laser vision
Him: fuck
I'm hilarious.
I know I've been saying I was thinking about staying here becasue of the new band I'm in, but the more I've been thinking about it, as much fun as I'm having with those guys, the music's really not enough to keep me here.
There's always gonna be other bands and other music at better times.
I had a minor blow up at practice last night.
I threw down my drum sticks in the middle of a song and stared blankly at everyone for a minute in an awkward moment of silence.
I get frustrated. I want to play everything perfect. I rarely do.
After being micro managed out of my last band my playing confidence is at an all time low.
Sometimes I want to quit it forever and just be in impartial music snob like everybody else. I doubt I ever will.
Speaking of being a music snob, I think I'm done writing for The Colorado Music Buzz. Two articles published and I still haven't met the editor. She did send me am email 3 days ago, the 12th, reminding me that my collumn was due on the 12th.
I wrote her back saying I was gonna have to skip this month and was snide saying next time she might not want to give me more time to write something than a few fucking hours!
I don't care really. The music they write about is simply fucking awful. Acoustic jams at Swallow Hill, female fronted nu metal bands, The Fray, it's all in there.
People need to ralize that "supporting the scene" doesn't mean praising every asshole that picks up a guitar. If anything, it makes it worse. I don't want to be a part of anything that makes local music worse than it already is.
Musical idiots.
I have a banquet to attend tonight at the Boys and Girls club I volenteer at.
I love banquets.
I hope they have take home boxes.
That is all, stay tuned for my drunken St. Patty's day rant...if I sleep at home that night.
Heeeyooh!
Andy
I guess the reason why I decided to start this up again is partly becasue I finally bought a new moniter to replace my old wine soaked one. This will allow me to write the majority of my entries drunk and in the privacy of my own home.
These of course, are always the best.
Now, however, I am sober and at work.
The move out of Denver is starting to take a more recognizable shape.
Ralph just got accepted to grad school in Chicago and we've been talking all day about convincing Joe to come with us (his girlfriend lives there) and get a place together, even after this conversation;
Him: Yeah, here's the school, pretty much right downtown next to the lake (sends me a map)
Me: ohh, S. Wabash, that's where all the gangs hang out
Him: it's cool, I'm in a gang, I never told you guys though
Me: yeah, but the S. Wabash Wrecking Crew is the toughest gang in the world
Me: they're an asian gang and they know every form of karate ever invented
Him: shit
Him: good thing I have a gun
Me: won't matter, they have bullet proof faces and gun melting laser vision
Him: fuck
I'm hilarious.
I know I've been saying I was thinking about staying here becasue of the new band I'm in, but the more I've been thinking about it, as much fun as I'm having with those guys, the music's really not enough to keep me here.
There's always gonna be other bands and other music at better times.
I had a minor blow up at practice last night.
I threw down my drum sticks in the middle of a song and stared blankly at everyone for a minute in an awkward moment of silence.
I get frustrated. I want to play everything perfect. I rarely do.
After being micro managed out of my last band my playing confidence is at an all time low.
Sometimes I want to quit it forever and just be in impartial music snob like everybody else. I doubt I ever will.
Speaking of being a music snob, I think I'm done writing for The Colorado Music Buzz. Two articles published and I still haven't met the editor. She did send me am email 3 days ago, the 12th, reminding me that my collumn was due on the 12th.
I wrote her back saying I was gonna have to skip this month and was snide saying next time she might not want to give me more time to write something than a few fucking hours!
I don't care really. The music they write about is simply fucking awful. Acoustic jams at Swallow Hill, female fronted nu metal bands, The Fray, it's all in there.
People need to ralize that "supporting the scene" doesn't mean praising every asshole that picks up a guitar. If anything, it makes it worse. I don't want to be a part of anything that makes local music worse than it already is.
Musical idiots.
I have a banquet to attend tonight at the Boys and Girls club I volenteer at.
I love banquets.
I hope they have take home boxes.
That is all, stay tuned for my drunken St. Patty's day rant...if I sleep at home that night.
Heeeyooh!
Andy