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Let me tell you first, that I'm in a good mood. I rarely ever am when comes journal time, but today I'm so up that I'm going to tag my current mood. And I don't ever do that.
Let's go back to the night before last when I was waiting for Josh to show up. He never did, of course. He didn't call me. He claims he sent a text that I never got, but I don't believe that. I know what's up with him. He feels productive and free, he's living up his room for fresh air. I can understand that, but that doesn't mean he can blow me off. We still talk every day, we're not on bad terms at all, and he still bullshits me. Oh well. I was in a bad mood about it for about five minutes until I realized that it wasn't my problem. I went to bed. We practiced the next morning.
Robbie and I hung out in the house until Steven and Andrea showed up. We started a third song, we practiced the rest. We talked about band names and then practiced some more. When 6:30 rolled around and we stopped playing, Andrea decided it would be a cool idea to go get some Chinese buffet. Me, Steven, and Robbie agreed. So we went to First Wok. First Wok has thee best chinese donuts I've ever tasted.
We talked about what we could name our band, if even something in working. We came up with a lot of really good suggestions, and some pretty hilarious ones (ie. The Toasts. Laughing Tomato). But we settled on one. Finally.
A combination of two very influential female figures of history books
Mona Medusa
I like it a lot. I think everyone else does too, though Andrea might prefer we name ourselves after breakfast food ;)
After dinner, Robbie and I hung out. The other half of our band left and Erik, Allison, and April came over. Cue vodka and Music Scene-It the board game. Next thing I know, we were all asleep. Then it was 10am and I was destined to get up and make breakfast for the band before they got here at 11.
I did well, I think. I made a mediocre breakfast with a few nice courses and a few ugly ones. Overall I wasted my time but it was appreciated.
We finished Song 2 and Song 3. Their parts are completed.
The next step is to master playing them
and for me to write lyrics to them
And then sing those lyrics while I play the songs
It shouldn't bee too hard, but it is going to take me time.
I have a new motivation, though, of sorts.
While we were practicing this morning, my bass amp blew out. It completely died. Zap. Finito.
I was pissed. How could I play without a bass amp?
Steven brought up the idea that I could use the PA to play bass and sing through, since there were different inputs and volume levels. I considered it for a second before deciding that, no I needed a new bass amp.
So when Becky Jean came home, I sprang the question on her. MOM I NEED A BASS AMP PLZ!
And she says?
She says ...
"If I buy you a bass amp today, you won't get your car for another two weeks because I won't have the money for it this weekend"
So I say
Hell yes fuck that car I can wait.
So now I have a KUSTOM 200 watt bass amp with two 10s. It's a fucking monster and I am SO excited to break it in. I might just have to go do that.
So we have the practice space
We have the members
We have the equipment
We have the songs
We have the time
I did pretty good at getting this band back together, I'd think!
What's in store for the rest of my day?
A lot of cleaning, a lot of practicing, and a lot of smoking.
I wish I could describe, without sounding corny, how glad I am that music is back in my life. That I'm in a band again. That I'm in a band with my three favorite musicians in the world. Things are almost perfect.
Fate closes one door, opens another amirite?
Let's go back to the night before last when I was waiting for Josh to show up. He never did, of course. He didn't call me. He claims he sent a text that I never got, but I don't believe that. I know what's up with him. He feels productive and free, he's living up his room for fresh air. I can understand that, but that doesn't mean he can blow me off. We still talk every day, we're not on bad terms at all, and he still bullshits me. Oh well. I was in a bad mood about it for about five minutes until I realized that it wasn't my problem. I went to bed. We practiced the next morning.
Robbie and I hung out in the house until Steven and Andrea showed up. We started a third song, we practiced the rest. We talked about band names and then practiced some more. When 6:30 rolled around and we stopped playing, Andrea decided it would be a cool idea to go get some Chinese buffet. Me, Steven, and Robbie agreed. So we went to First Wok. First Wok has thee best chinese donuts I've ever tasted.
We talked about what we could name our band, if even something in working. We came up with a lot of really good suggestions, and some pretty hilarious ones (ie. The Toasts. Laughing Tomato). But we settled on one. Finally.
A combination of two very influential female figures of history books
Mona Medusa
I like it a lot. I think everyone else does too, though Andrea might prefer we name ourselves after breakfast food ;)
After dinner, Robbie and I hung out. The other half of our band left and Erik, Allison, and April came over. Cue vodka and Music Scene-It the board game. Next thing I know, we were all asleep. Then it was 10am and I was destined to get up and make breakfast for the band before they got here at 11.
I did well, I think. I made a mediocre breakfast with a few nice courses and a few ugly ones. Overall I wasted my time but it was appreciated.
We finished Song 2 and Song 3. Their parts are completed.
The next step is to master playing them
and for me to write lyrics to them
And then sing those lyrics while I play the songs
It shouldn't bee too hard, but it is going to take me time.
I have a new motivation, though, of sorts.
While we were practicing this morning, my bass amp blew out. It completely died. Zap. Finito.
I was pissed. How could I play without a bass amp?
Steven brought up the idea that I could use the PA to play bass and sing through, since there were different inputs and volume levels. I considered it for a second before deciding that, no I needed a new bass amp.
So when Becky Jean came home, I sprang the question on her. MOM I NEED A BASS AMP PLZ!
And she says?
She says ...
"If I buy you a bass amp today, you won't get your car for another two weeks because I won't have the money for it this weekend"
So I say
Hell yes fuck that car I can wait.
So now I have a KUSTOM 200 watt bass amp with two 10s. It's a fucking monster and I am SO excited to break it in. I might just have to go do that.
So we have the practice space
We have the members
We have the equipment
We have the songs
We have the time
I did pretty good at getting this band back together, I'd think!
What's in store for the rest of my day?
A lot of cleaning, a lot of practicing, and a lot of smoking.
I wish I could describe, without sounding corny, how glad I am that music is back in my life. That I'm in a band again. That I'm in a band with my three favorite musicians in the world. Things are almost perfect.
Fate closes one door, opens another amirite?