The Parsifal Wars
I havent posted anything (public) this week simply because i havent had a whole lot of good to say. I'm usually posting optimisyic things but I'll be just as honest.
So basically people disappoint me and bore me. Last night i decided to go home at 10 and read 30 pages on the 1920's. Reading is better than waiting for something to happen, watching people cover up their intelligence and get drunk/stoned (they can do what they want, i dont care) all night or spending money. I wanted to read Howard Zinn's book to compare but it seems as though Ole Howie decided to skip the whole prohibition era. Darn, will i ever know the opinion of some pretentious bastard? I guess i could go down to Theo's....
People have been leaving left and right. Yeah its the end of summer and I'm usually heart broken but still very much in love with the season, but damn. My mentor left, leaving some doubt in performing on Monday nights. I miss his leadership already. I had a dream last night that he left his Banjo here so he had to come back....wierd. I was also hitch hiking home barefooted. I guess i lived on some farm just south of a highway and i was neighbors with Kelly Quinn....thats just creepy to me. I think i had a gun. Maybe that means I'm lost but armed...or some other lame metaphor. Anyways, Andy left which sort of leaves The Parish Festival in shambles, to me. I dont want to have to deal with getting a new bassist and worry about whether or not the sound will change in a way that i cant handle. There are a ton of people who have shown interest in joining and a ton more who tell me about their friend who plays bass. Those people and the ones who fear that the band will disband and beg us to continue make me smile. I'm stickin with my boy Jamey. At least Megan wont be moving to Chicago, she'll supply some evenings of entertainment along with Jess.
Just to warn ya, if its not obvious already, when i get a little down i get a fuck all attitude. Sorry, not really. Maybe i should listen to something whiny like Slipknot, Postal Service, Incubus, any "folk" singer or anything Billy Corgan related. Or with my fuck all attitude maybe i'll make myself feel even better by watching some Henry Rollins rant. Who else do you people enjoy?
So basically people disappoint me and bore me. Last night i decided to go home at 10 and read 30 pages on the 1920's. Reading is better than waiting for something to happen, watching people cover up their intelligence and get drunk/stoned (they can do what they want, i dont care) all night or spending money. I wanted to read Howard Zinn's book to compare but it seems as though Ole Howie decided to skip the whole prohibition era. Darn, will i ever know the opinion of some pretentious bastard? I guess i could go down to Theo's....
People have been leaving left and right. Yeah its the end of summer and I'm usually heart broken but still very much in love with the season, but damn. My mentor left, leaving some doubt in performing on Monday nights. I miss his leadership already. I had a dream last night that he left his Banjo here so he had to come back....wierd. I was also hitch hiking home barefooted. I guess i lived on some farm just south of a highway and i was neighbors with Kelly Quinn....thats just creepy to me. I think i had a gun. Maybe that means I'm lost but armed...or some other lame metaphor. Anyways, Andy left which sort of leaves The Parish Festival in shambles, to me. I dont want to have to deal with getting a new bassist and worry about whether or not the sound will change in a way that i cant handle. There are a ton of people who have shown interest in joining and a ton more who tell me about their friend who plays bass. Those people and the ones who fear that the band will disband and beg us to continue make me smile. I'm stickin with my boy Jamey. At least Megan wont be moving to Chicago, she'll supply some evenings of entertainment along with Jess.
Just to warn ya, if its not obvious already, when i get a little down i get a fuck all attitude. Sorry, not really. Maybe i should listen to something whiny like Slipknot, Postal Service, Incubus, any "folk" singer or anything Billy Corgan related. Or with my fuck all attitude maybe i'll make myself feel even better by watching some Henry Rollins rant. Who else do you people enjoy?