all i want is a fucking slice of pizza...
and the rain falls... and i'm hungry... and i'm waiting for will the guitarist to drop off some cd's so i can learn songs for when i go to rehearsall after having this weekend off to hang with scott and em... he was spose to be here at noon... i hate when people are late... i'm starving... i want pizza... and i need some more captain blacks...
really nothing grates my nerves more then when someone is late... i can understand things come up or whatever... and will was early both times we got together over the weekend... so i'm trying to be forgiving... but my belly rumbles... and pizza pizza is about a 20 minute walk... and even less fun in the rain i assume...
so i'm sitting here instead.. a little `3' in the back ground... that's easin my mind... it's strange thou... so far i'm looking at an afternoon to myself... i have so many things i could/should do... like learn some pop country... or work on my book... or write some tunes...since i still wanna do my own thing... cuz all y'all know i can't just be some guy in the background with a guitar slung over my shoulder... and i get the impression my personallity isn't as vauluable to the band as my fingers are... but that's aight... cuz this ma'fucker just wants to play right now... you know what i'm saying...
with that in mind... `j-rock' from trailor park boys is a new hero of mine... i love that bitch...
so this is funny... waiting for will... k was waiting to hang out with a freind... she runs upstairs and the doorbell rings... it's her ride... who is a musicain i know of... infact i have 2 of his bands cd's upstairs... so here i am in the front hall... chatting about motorhead with a guy that i've listened to quite a few times on cd... strange life is... strange indeed... but cool at the same time...
so.. now what... i've typed this much and no sign of the guitarist with the cd's... still i'm hungy... growing more so by the minute... maybe noon is a different time in the pop country world... i don't know...
what else...
plans are coming together for my barrie road trip... as i try to spread myself around and catch people i missed out on last time...
which reminds me... i gotta make some phone calls... and i gotta send some e-mails and firm up my plans... so i got lots to do when i head back home...
i had this strange thought the other day...re: barrie and hometowns...
has anyone ever noticed how... when you live somehwere all your life you pretty much hate that place... becuz all you see is the same old mundane shit... but once you leave... your hometown becomes the coolest place on earth...cuz when you meet people once you've moved every story starts with... `a buddy of mine back home'... or `yeah there was this bar back home'... or... `i had this bad ass apartment back home...' and you start to think... maybe it wasn't that bad of a place... and then... if you think a little bit harder... you can remember all the stuff you didn't like...
i assume it's part of moving away...
it makes me think... when i leave the dirty dirty `shawa... will there be stories like that...
no... i don't think so... lol...
all the things i miss... i think my peace of mind is the one i miss the most...
i caught john belushi on t.v twice yesterday... he's out promoing his new book... real men don't apologize... i might actually buy this thing... in the 10 minutes of interview i saw last nite... i learned a lot... gave me some more insight into my own life... and how i deal with stuff... so... i'm going to work on the couple of bits i picked up... maybe i can aford to buy a book someday... i'm still wanting to grab the new shooter jennings cd that i found used downtown for 12 bucks... i'm tempted to trade in some of the old cd's i don't care to listen to anymore... but it's so hard to part with music... cuz i know in the back of my head... the minute i send that disk down the road... i'll be like... fuck i want to listen to that...
oh well... have i rambled on enough... aparently it didn't help out too much cuz it's now 1pm... and no cd's...
do i be the irresponsible one.. and go for food... buddy has my phone number... he could have called to tell me he is running late... and i need some food... of course i could call him... but is it my job to run around after someone who told me he'd be here at a certain time...
oh well...hank is still moaning the blues... so that gives me a little bit of relief...
but it's not a slab of zza... and i think i need that more then anything...
the dampness of the weather has my back in a knot... it's wierd after you go throu the dryness of the winter it takes a few damp rainy days in the srping to remind me of the dull ache that comes from 4 fractured virtibrates... almost 10 years after as well... and it still hurts...
so i bought guitar strings yesterday... 10-52... fuck they feel liek rubber bands after playin 11-54's for a few months... so now i have a hard choice to make...
i'm gonna go with the 10's hell they're brand new but i'll see how they still feel after a few rehersalls...
well... i have a game plan... and i'm gonna give him another few minutes... if i don't hear anything... i'm off for pizza and i'll leave a note... and he can drop the disks in the mail box or something... cuz this is fucking stooooopid...
really nothing grates my nerves more then when someone is late... i can understand things come up or whatever... and will was early both times we got together over the weekend... so i'm trying to be forgiving... but my belly rumbles... and pizza pizza is about a 20 minute walk... and even less fun in the rain i assume...
so i'm sitting here instead.. a little `3' in the back ground... that's easin my mind... it's strange thou... so far i'm looking at an afternoon to myself... i have so many things i could/should do... like learn some pop country... or work on my book... or write some tunes...since i still wanna do my own thing... cuz all y'all know i can't just be some guy in the background with a guitar slung over my shoulder... and i get the impression my personallity isn't as vauluable to the band as my fingers are... but that's aight... cuz this ma'fucker just wants to play right now... you know what i'm saying...
with that in mind... `j-rock' from trailor park boys is a new hero of mine... i love that bitch...
so this is funny... waiting for will... k was waiting to hang out with a freind... she runs upstairs and the doorbell rings... it's her ride... who is a musicain i know of... infact i have 2 of his bands cd's upstairs... so here i am in the front hall... chatting about motorhead with a guy that i've listened to quite a few times on cd... strange life is... strange indeed... but cool at the same time...
so.. now what... i've typed this much and no sign of the guitarist with the cd's... still i'm hungy... growing more so by the minute... maybe noon is a different time in the pop country world... i don't know...
what else...
plans are coming together for my barrie road trip... as i try to spread myself around and catch people i missed out on last time...
which reminds me... i gotta make some phone calls... and i gotta send some e-mails and firm up my plans... so i got lots to do when i head back home...
i had this strange thought the other day...re: barrie and hometowns...
has anyone ever noticed how... when you live somehwere all your life you pretty much hate that place... becuz all you see is the same old mundane shit... but once you leave... your hometown becomes the coolest place on earth...cuz when you meet people once you've moved every story starts with... `a buddy of mine back home'... or `yeah there was this bar back home'... or... `i had this bad ass apartment back home...' and you start to think... maybe it wasn't that bad of a place... and then... if you think a little bit harder... you can remember all the stuff you didn't like...
i assume it's part of moving away...
it makes me think... when i leave the dirty dirty `shawa... will there be stories like that...
no... i don't think so... lol...
all the things i miss... i think my peace of mind is the one i miss the most...
i caught john belushi on t.v twice yesterday... he's out promoing his new book... real men don't apologize... i might actually buy this thing... in the 10 minutes of interview i saw last nite... i learned a lot... gave me some more insight into my own life... and how i deal with stuff... so... i'm going to work on the couple of bits i picked up... maybe i can aford to buy a book someday... i'm still wanting to grab the new shooter jennings cd that i found used downtown for 12 bucks... i'm tempted to trade in some of the old cd's i don't care to listen to anymore... but it's so hard to part with music... cuz i know in the back of my head... the minute i send that disk down the road... i'll be like... fuck i want to listen to that...
oh well... have i rambled on enough... aparently it didn't help out too much cuz it's now 1pm... and no cd's...
do i be the irresponsible one.. and go for food... buddy has my phone number... he could have called to tell me he is running late... and i need some food... of course i could call him... but is it my job to run around after someone who told me he'd be here at a certain time...
oh well...hank is still moaning the blues... so that gives me a little bit of relief...
but it's not a slab of zza... and i think i need that more then anything...
the dampness of the weather has my back in a knot... it's wierd after you go throu the dryness of the winter it takes a few damp rainy days in the srping to remind me of the dull ache that comes from 4 fractured virtibrates... almost 10 years after as well... and it still hurts...
so i bought guitar strings yesterday... 10-52... fuck they feel liek rubber bands after playin 11-54's for a few months... so now i have a hard choice to make...
i'm gonna go with the 10's hell they're brand new but i'll see how they still feel after a few rehersalls...
well... i have a game plan... and i'm gonna give him another few minutes... if i don't hear anything... i'm off for pizza and i'll leave a note... and he can drop the disks in the mail box or something... cuz this is fucking stooooopid...