Doorknob Jones, he knows his sodas.
Saaaaaacaaageeeewwwwaaayyaaaa. Remember? The lady who led Cortez to Tenochtitlan or something. Anyway. Been writing a lot of music lately. My computer blew up and/or blew up, so now I have no choice but to entertain myself by writing songs. Kind of pathetic that I spend that much time on a computer. But hey, I'm being weened off of it as we speak.
I'm so stoked about My Mendocino. Once we actually get our shit together (shit being all the members, 5 songs at least, ya know) then I'll be even more excited, ha. But still, the songs me and Will have written sound fucking great. Better than anything I've ever been involved in musically, which isn't saying much but let it slide. I've been working a lot on weird guitar techniques lately, which I'm happy about. I need to play guitar more. I've been doing weird tapping, string scraping, playing with a bow, hitting the fretboard, and throwing up everywhere. Maybe not the last one, but we'll see. It all sounds amazing though, and I'm excited to play a show to see what people think of our music. June 6th bitches. Mark your calenders, vaginas, dart boards, milk cartons, oreo packages, umbrella lubricants, boxing gloves, fish entrails, palm tree samples, combination printer/faxes, carmelized onions, tobacco pouches, jet plane fueling hoses, and whatever the hell else you need to mark to remember to come to our show. And uh, hopefully we'll have 5 good songs for you by then. And all the band members. And popcorn.
And masking tape,
Jeezneez
I'm so stoked about My Mendocino. Once we actually get our shit together (shit being all the members, 5 songs at least, ya know) then I'll be even more excited, ha. But still, the songs me and Will have written sound fucking great. Better than anything I've ever been involved in musically, which isn't saying much but let it slide. I've been working a lot on weird guitar techniques lately, which I'm happy about. I need to play guitar more. I've been doing weird tapping, string scraping, playing with a bow, hitting the fretboard, and throwing up everywhere. Maybe not the last one, but we'll see. It all sounds amazing though, and I'm excited to play a show to see what people think of our music. June 6th bitches. Mark your calenders, vaginas, dart boards, milk cartons, oreo packages, umbrella lubricants, boxing gloves, fish entrails, palm tree samples, combination printer/faxes, carmelized onions, tobacco pouches, jet plane fueling hoses, and whatever the hell else you need to mark to remember to come to our show. And uh, hopefully we'll have 5 good songs for you by then. And all the band members. And popcorn.
And masking tape,
Jeezneez