I'll update YOUR journal!
You're a journal.
Something is not right in the front part of my head. The part behind the face. It feels like I've had some vital fluids drained or a few pistons just aren't firing, I don't know exactly. My vision has been a little off ever since I got back, and now my head feels a little light. I don't know what I lost, but hopefully I'll come across it soon.
Band practice tonight, getting back into it was a little rough. My voice was a little gravelly after four or five songs, Joe was a little fucked up, and Tim is still getting his hand back into shape. The new song, entitled "Death Before Jail," is coming together, I guess. We need way more work and there's no time for it with our schedule. I suppose I'll update that:
10/14 - Bombshelter (Manchester)
10/15 - Recording Session (Laconia)
10/21 - Hopkinton Community Center w/Jonee Earthquake (Hopkinton)
10/30 - Halloween show (TBA)
11/04 - Uptown Tavern (Manchester)
11/05 - Goodfellas (Laconia)
11/14 - Bombshelter w/Scissorfight (Manchester)
We said a big, collective "fuck you" to the Misfits show at Mark's. They wanted us to sign some contract to sell 75 tickets at $20 a pop. I wouldn't ask anyone pay $20 to see us at Mark's, and I certainly wouldn't ask anyone to pay $20 to fund Jerry Only and the bargain basement Misfits to take a limo from their retirement home to Bedford in order to play a few punk rock standards and some oldies covers. Thanks, but fuck ya.
In a completely different matter, my trip to Hawaii was perfectly wonderful. After a fairly uneventful 14 hour flight, the radiant E met me at the airport with a lovely homemade lei, and we picked up our car and headed to Waikiki for gorgonzola pizza, making out, and jumping on big hotel beds. She was even more beautiful than she was when I last saw her, which I thought was impossible but she pulled it off. We went to picturesque beaches, fought brutal waves, and filled our bellies with Maui Tacos and mizithra pasta. I fell in love with O`ahu all over again. The only downside was an allergic reaction I had to something in E's room, which left awful hives on my legs. The solution, though, was to stay at a hotel for another night, and it ended up making the trip even better. Leaving was heart-wrenching, but we'll see eachother soon. Huddling beneath electric blankets this winter sounds divine.
But yeah, I should probably get to work. I am, you know, at work.
And lo, observe, descending in fire to the waiting earth:
-I feel almost 5 beer faded, but I had none. It's weird.
-Travis, are you coming up this way? Update me, sucka.
-Oh yeah, grad school. I wonder what's going on there?
"Mahalo, a hui hou!" - the wahine on the HNL airport intercom
Something is not right in the front part of my head. The part behind the face. It feels like I've had some vital fluids drained or a few pistons just aren't firing, I don't know exactly. My vision has been a little off ever since I got back, and now my head feels a little light. I don't know what I lost, but hopefully I'll come across it soon.
Band practice tonight, getting back into it was a little rough. My voice was a little gravelly after four or five songs, Joe was a little fucked up, and Tim is still getting his hand back into shape. The new song, entitled "Death Before Jail," is coming together, I guess. We need way more work and there's no time for it with our schedule. I suppose I'll update that:
10/14 - Bombshelter (Manchester)
10/15 - Recording Session (Laconia)
10/21 - Hopkinton Community Center w/Jonee Earthquake (Hopkinton)
10/30 - Halloween show (TBA)
11/04 - Uptown Tavern (Manchester)
11/05 - Goodfellas (Laconia)
11/14 - Bombshelter w/Scissorfight (Manchester)
We said a big, collective "fuck you" to the Misfits show at Mark's. They wanted us to sign some contract to sell 75 tickets at $20 a pop. I wouldn't ask anyone pay $20 to see us at Mark's, and I certainly wouldn't ask anyone to pay $20 to fund Jerry Only and the bargain basement Misfits to take a limo from their retirement home to Bedford in order to play a few punk rock standards and some oldies covers. Thanks, but fuck ya.
In a completely different matter, my trip to Hawaii was perfectly wonderful. After a fairly uneventful 14 hour flight, the radiant E met me at the airport with a lovely homemade lei, and we picked up our car and headed to Waikiki for gorgonzola pizza, making out, and jumping on big hotel beds. She was even more beautiful than she was when I last saw her, which I thought was impossible but she pulled it off. We went to picturesque beaches, fought brutal waves, and filled our bellies with Maui Tacos and mizithra pasta. I fell in love with O`ahu all over again. The only downside was an allergic reaction I had to something in E's room, which left awful hives on my legs. The solution, though, was to stay at a hotel for another night, and it ended up making the trip even better. Leaving was heart-wrenching, but we'll see eachother soon. Huddling beneath electric blankets this winter sounds divine.
But yeah, I should probably get to work. I am, you know, at work.
And lo, observe, descending in fire to the waiting earth:
-I feel almost 5 beer faded, but I had none. It's weird.
-Travis, are you coming up this way? Update me, sucka.
-Oh yeah, grad school. I wonder what's going on there?
"Mahalo, a hui hou!" - the wahine on the HNL airport intercom