reversals and losses
Strange things occur in the vast and buzzing universe of cyberspace. What looked like a financial clusterfuck has turned much more in my favor. I still lost about 80 bucks due to Paypal's lameness, but it looks like I'm not going to be selling any kidneys anytime too soon. To top it off it I should be keeping the new bass that is en route to my house. If that's turns out to be the case then anyone who comes to the show on Thursday will see a very big smile on my face and a red, white and sparkly piece of wood in my hands.
The show on Friday night came to a premature end as it was shut down by the boys in blue. Kind of a surprise since we were playing at a bar that has had a lot of live music over the last six months. The problem lies in the fact that it is within 50 ft (or something like that) of residential property. So we got cut off during our third song. We chilled for a while and then played two more songs after the cops left. Total bummer. They turnout was pretty decent considering how last minute the show was put together. I heard Egodeaf rocked it pretty good I missed their set unfortunately. Free shows are a good idea especially in the summer when there are a lot fewer people around. I think it works more for the Gobbler since it's a bar that's not downtown.
I received sad news at 5:30 AM on Saturday morning. Michelle's father passed away in his sleep earlier that night. He had suffered from emphysema for a few years now. It was sudden, but not totally unexpected. I haven't introduced Michelle really to any extent in this journal. As my last relationship was in it's dying throes I began to get reacquainted with Michelle. I met her about six years ago when I played in Tryptycon. She dated Shane, one of our guitarists. We didn't really talk much (I don't usually do anyways), but she always seemed very sweet. Well thanks mostly to Myspace we got back in touch a couple months back. She kept in touch with Shawn, our singer and I stumbled upon her through that association. Something kinda clicked and we've been in touch with each other everyday for the last six weeks. I spent the previous Saturday with her in the Covington area. We walked through the Homestead (she used to work there) and ended up traveling up the road to Lewisburg, WV. Where we ate, stumbled upon a small Civil War reenactment of sorts and visited a really cool antique shop owned by this quasi-hipster couple that seemed out of place in this mountain town. We spent almost two hours in this shop. It was pretty large and so full of weird shit haha. There was a horse-drawn hearse, Japanese artwork, and a bunch of creepy mannequins. Most of out visit there was spent looking through a large and very random collection of old books. Anyways wow this is headed a bit off-topic. I might revisit this trip in a later post. It was a very interesting day.
Back to that morning. . I get a text that simple says "My dad is dead." Michelle's parents both had health problems so she moved back in to care for them. A few seconds I get a follow-up text (an obvious mass text) that explained that he passed away in his sleep. I quickly replied and we texted a few times. I was mentally preparing myself for an immediate trip to Covington. I had to keep stopping myself from jumping in the car and leaving. We had planned to spend the day in Roanoke anyways so my day was open. I have never met her parents or any of her family. I told her that if she wanted me there to say the word and I would be on my way. I never got that word, but she called me a little later. Maybe I should have left anyways, I dunno, I always felt that the first day in the instance should be spent with family. She never left my mind all day and I was prepared at any time to drop what I was doing and hit the road if she requested my presence. So I don't know where we go from here. She's very precious to me and I wish I could do something to help.
The show on Friday night came to a premature end as it was shut down by the boys in blue. Kind of a surprise since we were playing at a bar that has had a lot of live music over the last six months. The problem lies in the fact that it is within 50 ft (or something like that) of residential property. So we got cut off during our third song. We chilled for a while and then played two more songs after the cops left. Total bummer. They turnout was pretty decent considering how last minute the show was put together. I heard Egodeaf rocked it pretty good I missed their set unfortunately. Free shows are a good idea especially in the summer when there are a lot fewer people around. I think it works more for the Gobbler since it's a bar that's not downtown.
I received sad news at 5:30 AM on Saturday morning. Michelle's father passed away in his sleep earlier that night. He had suffered from emphysema for a few years now. It was sudden, but not totally unexpected. I haven't introduced Michelle really to any extent in this journal. As my last relationship was in it's dying throes I began to get reacquainted with Michelle. I met her about six years ago when I played in Tryptycon. She dated Shane, one of our guitarists. We didn't really talk much (I don't usually do anyways), but she always seemed very sweet. Well thanks mostly to Myspace we got back in touch a couple months back. She kept in touch with Shawn, our singer and I stumbled upon her through that association. Something kinda clicked and we've been in touch with each other everyday for the last six weeks. I spent the previous Saturday with her in the Covington area. We walked through the Homestead (she used to work there) and ended up traveling up the road to Lewisburg, WV. Where we ate, stumbled upon a small Civil War reenactment of sorts and visited a really cool antique shop owned by this quasi-hipster couple that seemed out of place in this mountain town. We spent almost two hours in this shop. It was pretty large and so full of weird shit haha. There was a horse-drawn hearse, Japanese artwork, and a bunch of creepy mannequins. Most of out visit there was spent looking through a large and very random collection of old books. Anyways wow this is headed a bit off-topic. I might revisit this trip in a later post. It was a very interesting day.
Back to that morning. . I get a text that simple says "My dad is dead." Michelle's parents both had health problems so she moved back in to care for them. A few seconds I get a follow-up text (an obvious mass text) that explained that he passed away in his sleep. I quickly replied and we texted a few times. I was mentally preparing myself for an immediate trip to Covington. I had to keep stopping myself from jumping in the car and leaving. We had planned to spend the day in Roanoke anyways so my day was open. I have never met her parents or any of her family. I told her that if she wanted me there to say the word and I would be on my way. I never got that word, but she called me a little later. Maybe I should have left anyways, I dunno, I always felt that the first day in the instance should be spent with family. She never left my mind all day and I was prepared at any time to drop what I was doing and hit the road if she requested my presence. So I don't know where we go from here. She's very precious to me and I wish I could do something to help.