eastern religion and southern riffs.
well, it turns out that instead of doing something other than playing at the social on thursday night, i'll just be doing that. myself, thomas wynn, jordan wynn, and johnny becker will be performing songs (and perhaps choreographed dances) that i probably haven't yet heard and might not ever know how to play or even tap my foot to. however, i will be reincarnating myself into something ive been away from for some considerable time. yes. that's right. by thursday night, i will have a ponytail, a somewhat sizeable beard, a guitar in my hand, a stage beneath me, and a captive audience upon which to splatter my emotion. so, if you happen to be there, either come with a government-approved the-many-violent-emotions-of-chris repellent or come willing to be one of those little chinese kids that shuffle up to the shamu tank holding their mother's hand willingly donating their dryness, their comfort, perhaps even their life to the single cause of getting soaked with semi-gross salt water by a semi-large aquatic mammal. as you're beginning to tell, emotion might sometimes come off as over-dramatic and stale. i'm sorry. come see me play guitar. i like to do it. and i might do alright.