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Today marks my return to Live Journal. I havn't posted in a really long time, but I think I would like to get back into it.
So, only five days until my vacation... I'm incredibly excited. It starts with a drive to Nashville on Friday to see the Black Keys, then an overnight stay in my car, then a 4 hour trip to my parents house where I will spend the rest of the week sleeping in late, watching satellite tv and hanging out with my parents ( things that have absent from my life for a long time now). Hopefully my parents will take me out to dinner a lot. Hopefully I will make them a delicious dinner one night to show my appreciation.
I'm going to smoke like a motherfucking fiend on the way down there since I won't be able to smoke while I'm there (my mom would probably put the cigarettes out in my eyes). A week without smoking will cure me for the time being, since it makes me realize I don't really need to smoke in the first place.
It's pretty much my mom's fault I'm a smoker because she smoked all during her pregnancy, which I believe accounts for my current penchant for smoking (the seed of love for nicotine planted while I was in the womb), my low birth weight, and my physical and psychological deformities.
I'll be back May 1st and then I'm off the whole rest of that week so if anyone else has off and wants to plan an adventure, let me know! Otherwise I'm just going to spend the week working on my solo concept album.
I'm giving in and getting a cell phone too which is exciting for me.
This summer is shaping up to be a delightful season for music. The new White Stripes "Get Behind Me Satan" comes out in June, hopefully followed by a tour. And on the horizon are performances by British Sea Power (a recent show featured someone dressed up in a bear costume attacking the band onstage), the Decemberists, Arcade Fire, and the Fiery Furnaces.
Not to mention hopefully some long-awaited recordings from Peccavi and rollicking shows from the Czech Mates.
I'm trying to write a new Peccavi song, something short and sweet, an aural assault with angular guitars that will puncture your eardrums and cut open your throat and leave you lying prostrate in a pool of your own spilled blood with your neck tendons all exposed and quivering as you attempt to garble out a few short words... "Rock... me... Peccavi..."
So, only five days until my vacation... I'm incredibly excited. It starts with a drive to Nashville on Friday to see the Black Keys, then an overnight stay in my car, then a 4 hour trip to my parents house where I will spend the rest of the week sleeping in late, watching satellite tv and hanging out with my parents ( things that have absent from my life for a long time now). Hopefully my parents will take me out to dinner a lot. Hopefully I will make them a delicious dinner one night to show my appreciation.
I'm going to smoke like a motherfucking fiend on the way down there since I won't be able to smoke while I'm there (my mom would probably put the cigarettes out in my eyes). A week without smoking will cure me for the time being, since it makes me realize I don't really need to smoke in the first place.
It's pretty much my mom's fault I'm a smoker because she smoked all during her pregnancy, which I believe accounts for my current penchant for smoking (the seed of love for nicotine planted while I was in the womb), my low birth weight, and my physical and psychological deformities.
I'll be back May 1st and then I'm off the whole rest of that week so if anyone else has off and wants to plan an adventure, let me know! Otherwise I'm just going to spend the week working on my solo concept album.
I'm giving in and getting a cell phone too which is exciting for me.
This summer is shaping up to be a delightful season for music. The new White Stripes "Get Behind Me Satan" comes out in June, hopefully followed by a tour. And on the horizon are performances by British Sea Power (a recent show featured someone dressed up in a bear costume attacking the band onstage), the Decemberists, Arcade Fire, and the Fiery Furnaces.
Not to mention hopefully some long-awaited recordings from Peccavi and rollicking shows from the Czech Mates.
I'm trying to write a new Peccavi song, something short and sweet, an aural assault with angular guitars that will puncture your eardrums and cut open your throat and leave you lying prostrate in a pool of your own spilled blood with your neck tendons all exposed and quivering as you attempt to garble out a few short words... "Rock... me... Peccavi..."