nobody cares, but
ok, since no one gets how annoying it would be in the first place, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but i finally disabled the mute button on my headphone cord,.. ok, so i made it look a little wierd if you look closely, but it works and i didn't even cut a cord... i am soo good... long story about these headphones, or maybe it's just not interesting enough to tell y'all so it's pops practice tonight.. it better be good... cuz i'm fucking pissed at bell for throwing me off the set for like.. the coolest song ever, and i don't want to blame myself as much as i should, but it wasn;t entirely my fault... i got good at it and then.. boom... right in front of all the fuckers (andy) that i finally got to shove it in, he says it... and better? he throws dan (our best set player right now) off for the same part. coincidence? i think not... and since i'm ranting and nobody cares anyway, i'm going to explain all the fucking problems our pops concert will have...
1. the drumset is 20 ft back from where it should be
2. the auditorium has no back or front.. like the old theater did
3. i wasn't warmed up in any way at all
4. i'm pissed
5. the band should be following ME not visa versa for these reasons.. if they play with what they hear from me, it makes it perfect (seeing as i'm in back and mr bell ( the now known as asshole) doesn't understand that and doesn't get that i'm a full fucking beat behind because i'm actually right with him) of course he's got to be the smart "educator" that has done this before.. another lie because he's never conducted with a drumset in that theater before(.)
ok, why the hell am i pissed? is it because i spent 3 years trying to wear off the name of sucking at drums? is it because, maybe, a practice 4 hours a day on drumset and (for some reason) i (all of a sudden) can't play fucking sheet music? or maybe it's just because i think our band sounds like shit and that's why i'm the one who sucks... maybe it's because i havn't gotten that good feeling of plauying what i should be.. maybe it's because i'm a drummer that can;t find the beat... maybe it's because of something i cant figure out... maybe i get pissed at people when they can't find happiness and use a bad memory as an excuse to fuck over their life... maybe i'm just pissed at the world for writing books like the crucible to show just how fucked up they think god is... maybe it's because i've never been at more conflict with myself than ever before, maybe, just maybe... i've been living a lie... maybe, just a fucking maybe... i found a reason to keep myself alive no matter what struggle comes over me... maybe, just maybe.. i have a purpose... why don't you?
1. the drumset is 20 ft back from where it should be
2. the auditorium has no back or front.. like the old theater did
3. i wasn't warmed up in any way at all
4. i'm pissed
5. the band should be following ME not visa versa for these reasons.. if they play with what they hear from me, it makes it perfect (seeing as i'm in back and mr bell ( the now known as asshole) doesn't understand that and doesn't get that i'm a full fucking beat behind because i'm actually right with him) of course he's got to be the smart "educator" that has done this before.. another lie because he's never conducted with a drumset in that theater before(.)
ok, why the hell am i pissed? is it because i spent 3 years trying to wear off the name of sucking at drums? is it because, maybe, a practice 4 hours a day on drumset and (for some reason) i (all of a sudden) can't play fucking sheet music? or maybe it's just because i think our band sounds like shit and that's why i'm the one who sucks... maybe it's because i havn't gotten that good feeling of plauying what i should be.. maybe it's because i'm a drummer that can;t find the beat... maybe it's because of something i cant figure out... maybe i get pissed at people when they can't find happiness and use a bad memory as an excuse to fuck over their life... maybe i'm just pissed at the world for writing books like the crucible to show just how fucked up they think god is... maybe it's because i've never been at more conflict with myself than ever before, maybe, just maybe... i've been living a lie... maybe, just a fucking maybe... i found a reason to keep myself alive no matter what struggle comes over me... maybe, just maybe.. i have a purpose... why don't you?