A Bike Ride Through my Teen Age Years
First of all, I get all fucking british when I'm drunk. I also use poor vocabulary and grammar. Moving on.
Tonight I got drunk, which, was in fact, the first step to a successful night. After Grant, Monika and Walsh left my humble abode I hopped on my Eighthinch Scrambler and immediately started riding. It's midnight on a Sunday night.
Oh yeah, I need to turn some music on. Midnight Juggernauts. Shit yeah. My brother also just came in and gave me a sweet demonstration of the sharpest knife in the world. Moving On.
So I ride to the Library/Park. This happens to be the park I lost my virginity in. So first I stop by some sprinklers at the library and cool the hell off. It's midnight and 95º outside. WHAT THE HELL??!! Not to mention that it's humid too. This is the reason that Tennessee and Texas are out for me. Besides the retarded people in Texas.
Anyway, I take a nice rest at the sprinklers and then hop back on my steed and take her to the park. I then stop at the place my cherry was popped and hop of and play in the sprinklers there. It just happened that they were on too. so then it's back to the bike. i ride and find an exit right into Glendale Commie College. I decide to ride through. This is some Pre-Berklee Shit right here. (Shit being capitalized for no reason other than it's Shit.) I haven't been on campus since I spring 2005. (also, probably the last time I posted on Livejournal. Hello Twitter and Facebook. You took over our lives after Myspace only catered to musicians.)
I end up in the music corridor or the campus; a courtyard surrounded by two buildings full of music class rooms. These buildings are locked. I peer in the main music building and read the name plaque on the outside of the door: Dr. Robert T. Albury. The same guy who was in charge when I was there. Also still teaching there is Mr. Dave Schmidt and Mr. Humbert.
Some new motivation.
I may be drunk but this is ridiculous. I don't want to be stuck slaving away to someone else for that long. I want my music to breathe and I want my business to be its own entity... if that makes any sense. I can't teach kids for 5 years of my life. Though I thank them for instilling in me the core values of music that I took to Berklee and into where I am now.
So I trot home on my low-back-tire bike cycle and think the whole way there, "shit, this is all too much to say in facebook. And God only knows I can't fit this into 140 characters for twitter. Maybe it's time to do a LJ post." This is when I decided to start narrating everything as if I was writing it here.
And that brings us to now. A drunk Live Journal post about a ride through my teen years.
I made out with Danae until we had sex in a park and later in life, went to the school next door where I realized I wanted to be a professional musician and entertainer.
Tonight I got drunk, which, was in fact, the first step to a successful night. After Grant, Monika and Walsh left my humble abode I hopped on my Eighthinch Scrambler and immediately started riding. It's midnight on a Sunday night.
Oh yeah, I need to turn some music on. Midnight Juggernauts. Shit yeah. My brother also just came in and gave me a sweet demonstration of the sharpest knife in the world. Moving On.
So I ride to the Library/Park. This happens to be the park I lost my virginity in. So first I stop by some sprinklers at the library and cool the hell off. It's midnight and 95º outside. WHAT THE HELL??!! Not to mention that it's humid too. This is the reason that Tennessee and Texas are out for me. Besides the retarded people in Texas.
Anyway, I take a nice rest at the sprinklers and then hop back on my steed and take her to the park. I then stop at the place my cherry was popped and hop of and play in the sprinklers there. It just happened that they were on too. so then it's back to the bike. i ride and find an exit right into Glendale Commie College. I decide to ride through. This is some Pre-Berklee Shit right here. (Shit being capitalized for no reason other than it's Shit.) I haven't been on campus since I spring 2005. (also, probably the last time I posted on Livejournal. Hello Twitter and Facebook. You took over our lives after Myspace only catered to musicians.)
I end up in the music corridor or the campus; a courtyard surrounded by two buildings full of music class rooms. These buildings are locked. I peer in the main music building and read the name plaque on the outside of the door: Dr. Robert T. Albury. The same guy who was in charge when I was there. Also still teaching there is Mr. Dave Schmidt and Mr. Humbert.
Some new motivation.
I may be drunk but this is ridiculous. I don't want to be stuck slaving away to someone else for that long. I want my music to breathe and I want my business to be its own entity... if that makes any sense. I can't teach kids for 5 years of my life. Though I thank them for instilling in me the core values of music that I took to Berklee and into where I am now.
So I trot home on my low-back-tire bike cycle and think the whole way there, "shit, this is all too much to say in facebook. And God only knows I can't fit this into 140 characters for twitter. Maybe it's time to do a LJ post." This is when I decided to start narrating everything as if I was writing it here.
And that brings us to now. A drunk Live Journal post about a ride through my teen years.
I made out with Danae until we had sex in a park and later in life, went to the school next door where I realized I wanted to be a professional musician and entertainer.