It's a Friday payday and I'm not drinking.
I've been drinking too much. I stayed in and cooked and did some dishes, then watched Bram Stoker's Dracula. I was very lonely.
I seriously think I go to Tap more for the people than for the drinking/hitting on girls/playing pool bar scene. I love people and truth. Bars are like late night people magnets, and alcohol is like truth serum plus silly pills. It all comes together in a fabulous montage, and I love it. It's my environment, it's like a Kenny jambalaya of chaotic revelry. I just love to meet strangers, bullshit, joke swap, do some ball-bustin', talk about music or hear it, etc. There is simply no better place to do the delicate mix of all of those things than at a bar.
That's another reason I'm extra proud of myself tonight. A girl who likes me (and yes, I'm attracted to her) called me asking why I wasn't up there. That was cool and flattering. And Kris wanted to cuddle after the bar and I said I didn't think it was a good idea (we had another argument--I'll leave it at that). Tonight I'm like, Captain Willpower. "Avoiding foxes luring me into alcohol dens and physical contact with exes for the greater good!"
I don't know why I haven't posted these yet. Ignore my notes.
Well I woke up to a nasty funk
I couldn’t find the cause but something stunk
I searched my room and the kitchen too
I went outside that’s where I saw you
A creepin’ mist with an attitude
Punkin’ everybody how very rude
A one man flask-totin’ task force
I staggered downhill to find the source
At about that time it was gettin’ late
Shoulda gone back to bed but I couldn’t wait
Something was tuggin’ at my inner child
I had a weird feeling things were gonna get wild
I heard a little giggle and what did I see?
Some half-naked bettys starin’ back at me
They were swimmin’ in the river in their underwear
Now I knew the source but I didn’t fuckin’ care
CHORUS
Why don’t we go
Down to the valley where the muddy water flows
Grab you a drink and we take a trip
And if you’re feeling really squirrelly we might take a dip, and do the
Huron River shake and shiver X 4
If you have any luck don’t get stuck in muck, get fucked
Well the very next night we were playin’ hold ‘em
And I saw a couple girls and I went and told ‘em
“I know a kinky spot where the heat is not
So if you wanna follow me then I’ll show you what I got”
A couple hours later well you can guess,
Our buzz was more and our clothes were less
Skinny dippin whiskey sippin’ rip roaren drunk,
I was so tore up that I damn near sunk
CHORUS
Well you might guess where this next one begins,
I was wadin’ waist deep in a current of sins
My eyes beheld a horrible sight
I took flight when I saw that flashing light
The police chase my naked ass
Half a mile down the river ‘til I ran out of gas
They cuffed me in the back when my rights were read
They asked what I was doing and here’s what I said;
CHORUS (outro?)
Well I got me a ride she’s a smokin’ lil ride
Jet black and red hot pink inside
When I move fast she always begs for mo
A little whiskey in her tank and she’s ready to go
Well I forget the year, but she’s almost 18
Not legal for the street if you know what I mean
I got me stick cause I’m good with the clutch
A sensitive driver with the Midas touch
CHORUS
You might be thinkin’ I’m ready to go
But if you’re wantin’ to spin, then the answer is no cause
There’s no way you’ll get inside, (X 3?) my hot little ride X 3
The first night I met her we went one to four
I had too much whiskey by the shore
Now you might think I was just a bit hasty
But who stops eatin’ when it’s just that tasty?
CHORUS
SOLO?
Sometimes I think about other rides
But at the end of the day I always hop inside
I got a need for speed, and she scratches that itch
And once a week you know I’m waxin’ that bitch
The neighbors complain cause they always can hear
Every time I put her in fifth gear
She’s a moaner that’s right but I don’t care
When I roll up my sleeves and get under there
(Is it getting too long?)
CHORUS
She’s got a boomin system up front and in the back
I can’t keep my hands off her stereo rack
If you like sporty rides you don’t know where it’s at
A lot of junk in the trunk but I can handle that
Well if you want a peek, she’s parked outside
I’d have her here to show ya but she couldn’t get inside
So instead of showin’ I gotta keep braggin’
She’s gotta oil leak so you know she’s raggin’
Haven't modified them since I cranked them both out in like, half an hour, so I'm not saying they're polished, but I'll say they're a damn good start with confidence. They are part of my rockabilly songwriting project with Lianna that will hopefully turn into a band. After checking out the rockabilly scene at Northfield Roadhouse with Lianna (and talking to their cool DJ) and combining riffs and song ideas, I'm still stiff-nippled about the whole thing. It's a way off, but this might be the most "real" thing I've done musically ever. It's pushing myself creatively more than I have ever done, and that is a pure thing.
Wow, I just had a heinous two hour phone argument with Kris during the writing of this post. Feel free to gag, naysayers. You have every right. But don't objectify Kris.
I desperatly need to sleep off my banquet chicken and peirogies, but I'll probably fuck off for another hour. Good morning Eastern America, good night Kenny. What's fucking new.
I seriously think I go to Tap more for the people than for the drinking/hitting on girls/playing pool bar scene. I love people and truth. Bars are like late night people magnets, and alcohol is like truth serum plus silly pills. It all comes together in a fabulous montage, and I love it. It's my environment, it's like a Kenny jambalaya of chaotic revelry. I just love to meet strangers, bullshit, joke swap, do some ball-bustin', talk about music or hear it, etc. There is simply no better place to do the delicate mix of all of those things than at a bar.
That's another reason I'm extra proud of myself tonight. A girl who likes me (and yes, I'm attracted to her) called me asking why I wasn't up there. That was cool and flattering. And Kris wanted to cuddle after the bar and I said I didn't think it was a good idea (we had another argument--I'll leave it at that). Tonight I'm like, Captain Willpower. "Avoiding foxes luring me into alcohol dens and physical contact with exes for the greater good!"
I don't know why I haven't posted these yet. Ignore my notes.
Well I woke up to a nasty funk
I couldn’t find the cause but something stunk
I searched my room and the kitchen too
I went outside that’s where I saw you
A creepin’ mist with an attitude
Punkin’ everybody how very rude
A one man flask-totin’ task force
I staggered downhill to find the source
At about that time it was gettin’ late
Shoulda gone back to bed but I couldn’t wait
Something was tuggin’ at my inner child
I had a weird feeling things were gonna get wild
I heard a little giggle and what did I see?
Some half-naked bettys starin’ back at me
They were swimmin’ in the river in their underwear
Now I knew the source but I didn’t fuckin’ care
CHORUS
Why don’t we go
Down to the valley where the muddy water flows
Grab you a drink and we take a trip
And if you’re feeling really squirrelly we might take a dip, and do the
Huron River shake and shiver X 4
If you have any luck don’t get stuck in muck, get fucked
Well the very next night we were playin’ hold ‘em
And I saw a couple girls and I went and told ‘em
“I know a kinky spot where the heat is not
So if you wanna follow me then I’ll show you what I got”
A couple hours later well you can guess,
Our buzz was more and our clothes were less
Skinny dippin whiskey sippin’ rip roaren drunk,
I was so tore up that I damn near sunk
CHORUS
Well you might guess where this next one begins,
I was wadin’ waist deep in a current of sins
My eyes beheld a horrible sight
I took flight when I saw that flashing light
The police chase my naked ass
Half a mile down the river ‘til I ran out of gas
They cuffed me in the back when my rights were read
They asked what I was doing and here’s what I said;
CHORUS (outro?)
Well I got me a ride she’s a smokin’ lil ride
Jet black and red hot pink inside
When I move fast she always begs for mo
A little whiskey in her tank and she’s ready to go
Well I forget the year, but she’s almost 18
Not legal for the street if you know what I mean
I got me stick cause I’m good with the clutch
A sensitive driver with the Midas touch
CHORUS
You might be thinkin’ I’m ready to go
But if you’re wantin’ to spin, then the answer is no cause
There’s no way you’ll get inside, (X 3?) my hot little ride X 3
The first night I met her we went one to four
I had too much whiskey by the shore
Now you might think I was just a bit hasty
But who stops eatin’ when it’s just that tasty?
CHORUS
SOLO?
Sometimes I think about other rides
But at the end of the day I always hop inside
I got a need for speed, and she scratches that itch
And once a week you know I’m waxin’ that bitch
The neighbors complain cause they always can hear
Every time I put her in fifth gear
She’s a moaner that’s right but I don’t care
When I roll up my sleeves and get under there
(Is it getting too long?)
CHORUS
She’s got a boomin system up front and in the back
I can’t keep my hands off her stereo rack
If you like sporty rides you don’t know where it’s at
A lot of junk in the trunk but I can handle that
Well if you want a peek, she’s parked outside
I’d have her here to show ya but she couldn’t get inside
So instead of showin’ I gotta keep braggin’
She’s gotta oil leak so you know she’s raggin’
Haven't modified them since I cranked them both out in like, half an hour, so I'm not saying they're polished, but I'll say they're a damn good start with confidence. They are part of my rockabilly songwriting project with Lianna that will hopefully turn into a band. After checking out the rockabilly scene at Northfield Roadhouse with Lianna (and talking to their cool DJ) and combining riffs and song ideas, I'm still stiff-nippled about the whole thing. It's a way off, but this might be the most "real" thing I've done musically ever. It's pushing myself creatively more than I have ever done, and that is a pure thing.
Wow, I just had a heinous two hour phone argument with Kris during the writing of this post. Feel free to gag, naysayers. You have every right. But don't objectify Kris.
I desperatly need to sleep off my banquet chicken and peirogies, but I'll probably fuck off for another hour. Good morning Eastern America, good night Kenny. What's fucking new.