Broken Drum
Man, this kind of sucks. I'm getting up in just about six hours, to go to work. 5 AM to 2 PM. Otherwise known as the Breakfast of Champions shift. . . or perhaps, the Breakfast of Struggling College Students Taking The Summer Off By Working Fulltime At A Second-Rate Gas Station shift. Whichever one rolls off your tongue faster. I really don't mind working at this gas station all that much, but the idea of starting one's day at 4:00 in the morning, when it's oh so much nicer to be ending it around that time, is tremendously disconcerting to an intensely fragile artiste like myself. Totally knocked my sense of chi out of whack, I tell you what. You might even go so far as to ask why I'm writing an online journal entry right now, given that I'll be getting up in just about six hours (getting closer to five by now). Well now! See, this just shows the amount of dedication I have to you, my noble online journal readers of which there are like six. I have a mission, to spread the word of me, and update it frivolously! . . . or, once a week. And I sort of chose to make this once-a-week update tonight, when I should be asleep. So the bottom line is, I mistakenly fell asleep this afternoon and as a result can't really sleep right now. Not cool how this works out sometimes, but what can you do. (Side note: I've noticed that a lot of my periodic entries lately have included, in at least some small way, the recuring thesis "honestly, I really don't mind my job at all, it's just blah blih blah blih blah." Perhaps I do mind my job more than I let on? Hmmm. . .)
So guess what! I'm going to see Beck next month! And this time around, I'm actually going!! Some of you might recall I was in a similar situation three years ago. (Holy shit, I've been keeping this thing for over three years now.) A bunch of my friends actually came up here and saw Beck when he toured with the Flaming Lips; I decided not to go, and instead went to Chicago with a woman I hoped I could start something with. That didn't work. But I did have a good time in Chicago all the same; unfortunately, I didn't get to see Beck. Always kind of regretted that one. But anyway, he's coming back again; apparently St. Paul will be the first stop on his Fall tour. The show is September 19, and tickets are going on sale this Saturday. This is gonna rock; the place he's playing at is literally within walking distance of my apartment. So I'm excited. Beck's one of my all-time favorites, has been since about. . . um. . . '96 I guess. And I'd always said that when the chance came to see Beck again, I was going to take it no matter what. (By contrast, Sigur Ros are also one of my all-time favorites, and I'm not going to see them at around the same time because I don't have the money. Just certain sacrifices one makes when Beck is concerned.) So that'll be fun. And given the current rate of my online journaling, I should have a write-up on the show about five entries from now! Hooray!!
Incidentally, to whom it may concern, I'm not playing a show at the Cup this Saturday after all. It's just a situation where all the signs were pointing to not doing it. Seemed like nobody was going to be able to come for one thing; there's an Imaginary Enemies show in Iowa City, a few of my friends are going to Michigan to see Coldplay (incidentally, as much as I still don't really like Coldplay, "Fix You" is a kickass song), my family will be out in Ohio helping Andy move, and probably most importantly (and selfishly), Rainey is leaving for Guatemala in a week. So beyond the lack of people, I just haven't had much time to put any sort of show together. So that's that. I still plan on doing a show around the end of October, once my record is finished. And either way, I'm heading to Iowa tomorrow after work, for a week and a half. It's going to be a great time; my older brother Jason is coming back as well, as is my good buddy Alex Iliff. My mom's birthday is next week, and I'll get to spend a week doing relatively nothing in my hometown again. On the other hand, I also have to say goodbye to Rainey a week from today. All irony and mushiness aside, that's probably going to be a lot harder to take than I'm even allowing myself to realize right now. Either way, that's for next week's entry. For now, I bid thee adieu, and attempt to get some sleep. Night all.
So guess what! I'm going to see Beck next month! And this time around, I'm actually going!! Some of you might recall I was in a similar situation three years ago. (Holy shit, I've been keeping this thing for over three years now.) A bunch of my friends actually came up here and saw Beck when he toured with the Flaming Lips; I decided not to go, and instead went to Chicago with a woman I hoped I could start something with. That didn't work. But I did have a good time in Chicago all the same; unfortunately, I didn't get to see Beck. Always kind of regretted that one. But anyway, he's coming back again; apparently St. Paul will be the first stop on his Fall tour. The show is September 19, and tickets are going on sale this Saturday. This is gonna rock; the place he's playing at is literally within walking distance of my apartment. So I'm excited. Beck's one of my all-time favorites, has been since about. . . um. . . '96 I guess. And I'd always said that when the chance came to see Beck again, I was going to take it no matter what. (By contrast, Sigur Ros are also one of my all-time favorites, and I'm not going to see them at around the same time because I don't have the money. Just certain sacrifices one makes when Beck is concerned.) So that'll be fun. And given the current rate of my online journaling, I should have a write-up on the show about five entries from now! Hooray!!
Incidentally, to whom it may concern, I'm not playing a show at the Cup this Saturday after all. It's just a situation where all the signs were pointing to not doing it. Seemed like nobody was going to be able to come for one thing; there's an Imaginary Enemies show in Iowa City, a few of my friends are going to Michigan to see Coldplay (incidentally, as much as I still don't really like Coldplay, "Fix You" is a kickass song), my family will be out in Ohio helping Andy move, and probably most importantly (and selfishly), Rainey is leaving for Guatemala in a week. So beyond the lack of people, I just haven't had much time to put any sort of show together. So that's that. I still plan on doing a show around the end of October, once my record is finished. And either way, I'm heading to Iowa tomorrow after work, for a week and a half. It's going to be a great time; my older brother Jason is coming back as well, as is my good buddy Alex Iliff. My mom's birthday is next week, and I'll get to spend a week doing relatively nothing in my hometown again. On the other hand, I also have to say goodbye to Rainey a week from today. All irony and mushiness aside, that's probably going to be a lot harder to take than I'm even allowing myself to realize right now. Either way, that's for next week's entry. For now, I bid thee adieu, and attempt to get some sleep. Night all.