I am Revenant
Bo and Vince are in town. FUCKING BO AND VINCE. I am beyond psyched. In fact, I am so psyched I’m thinking of tossing the Malboros for the next few weeks so that my pipes are clear as bells when we session.
Housemates: we’ll probably be taking over the jam space a lot. If you need it, you’ll have to come kick us out, same with if you need us to shut up. We tend to clock out of everything but the sound when we jam and we haven’t been able to hook up since I was in Chicago in October so we’ve got a lot of pent up noise to work through.
Other news, new issue of Finger Walking on a record store counter near you as of today! Pick up yours and read all about the future of punk and the role of women in underground movements!
The Pretensions are looking for a new lead guitarist! If you or one of your friends happens to be interested, give Bill a call at 555-8357.
On the WSS front, things are going as well as can be expected, maybe even a bit better. I’m hesitant to say this, but I might be starting to have a bit of fun.
The house is great. I have a balcony and a porch and have rediscovered so many killer albums in my record collection. I wish there were three of me, so that I had six ears to listen to tracks with. That or the days had 36 hours instead of just 24. There’s just so much to listen to, and so much to write about, and so much to read about, and so much to do. Twenty-four hours isn’t nearly enough to be satisfactory.
Ah well, there could be even less so I guess I should stop complaining and work on taking advantage of what is available.
Anko! Seb and I are going to grab tickets to Bad Religion later, do you want me to grab you one? (The show’s next month)
[Private]
Still having trouble sleeping. I just can’t seem to get comfortable with having a room to myself. Maybe Seb’ll be the type to stay over once I can convince him to come upstairs in the first place. Or maybe he’ll become the type to stay over, that’d be nice. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Probably.
Ugh…I’m so…rusty at this. It’s the first time I’ve been around a guy who wants to be with me more than he wants to be fucking me in…two years? Actually no, more than that. Spike didn’t really care one way or the other anymore so he doesn’t count. It’s fun though…I’m having a really good time even though I’m way outside my comfort zone. Maybe that’s why it’s so fun?
I think part of it is that I just feel so fucking light these days, downright bubbly. I’m so happy I quit the band. I didn’t realize it until the show last week but I fucking hate the music we were performing. I’m overjoyed to be working with Cyanide again and that I’ll be able to pour myself completely into the jam. That it’ll be my music again, not someone else’s music that they’re letting me participate in.
I can’t really…express it. It’s like my skin doesn’t fit anymore, but it’s adjusting and it just feels so fucking cool. Like I’m growing when I haven’t been for a really long time.
Housemates: we’ll probably be taking over the jam space a lot. If you need it, you’ll have to come kick us out, same with if you need us to shut up. We tend to clock out of everything but the sound when we jam and we haven’t been able to hook up since I was in Chicago in October so we’ve got a lot of pent up noise to work through.
Other news, new issue of Finger Walking on a record store counter near you as of today! Pick up yours and read all about the future of punk and the role of women in underground movements!
The Pretensions are looking for a new lead guitarist! If you or one of your friends happens to be interested, give Bill a call at 555-8357.
On the WSS front, things are going as well as can be expected, maybe even a bit better. I’m hesitant to say this, but I might be starting to have a bit of fun.
The house is great. I have a balcony and a porch and have rediscovered so many killer albums in my record collection. I wish there were three of me, so that I had six ears to listen to tracks with. That or the days had 36 hours instead of just 24. There’s just so much to listen to, and so much to write about, and so much to read about, and so much to do. Twenty-four hours isn’t nearly enough to be satisfactory.
Ah well, there could be even less so I guess I should stop complaining and work on taking advantage of what is available.
Anko! Seb and I are going to grab tickets to Bad Religion later, do you want me to grab you one? (The show’s next month)
[Private]
Still having trouble sleeping. I just can’t seem to get comfortable with having a room to myself. Maybe Seb’ll be the type to stay over once I can convince him to come upstairs in the first place. Or maybe he’ll become the type to stay over, that’d be nice. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Probably.
Ugh…I’m so…rusty at this. It’s the first time I’ve been around a guy who wants to be with me more than he wants to be fucking me in…two years? Actually no, more than that. Spike didn’t really care one way or the other anymore so he doesn’t count. It’s fun though…I’m having a really good time even though I’m way outside my comfort zone. Maybe that’s why it’s so fun?
I think part of it is that I just feel so fucking light these days, downright bubbly. I’m so happy I quit the band. I didn’t realize it until the show last week but I fucking hate the music we were performing. I’m overjoyed to be working with Cyanide again and that I’ll be able to pour myself completely into the jam. That it’ll be my music again, not someone else’s music that they’re letting me participate in.
I can’t really…express it. It’s like my skin doesn’t fit anymore, but it’s adjusting and it just feels so fucking cool. Like I’m growing when I haven’t been for a really long time.