Jesus likes the rope
I've decided I'm going to make it a point to update this thing more often. Not because I'm an attention whore who wants people to read it, but because I thoroughly enjoy going back and reading entries from months or years ago. Kind of a snapshot of what the hell I was doing at the time. Though I suppose that's the point of a ... journal? Whatever.
So, money's super tight right now. We're going from 4 roommates to 3, so I'll have to pay more at home, and my other high payments aren't going to be lowering for years (just 3 years left on my car, but about 29 1/2 left on the student loans! woohoo!). Also, my credit card is beyond maxed out, and I need to whittle that down (good ol' unemployment started that habit, and I never really stopped spending money like I had it...). Anyway, my point is -- I need to get an additional job to make ends meet a little better. Seeing as I'd rather kill myself than work in a restaurant again, I'm taking an approach I should have taken years ago: I'm going to record an acoustic demo and shop it around to all the local bars and coffee shops and try to play out a couple nights a week. For most places, I probably don't necessarily need a demo, but it'll make me feel better about it. Plus it gives me a goal to work towards...
I went to Pointfest the other day with Mom, Mario, Jo, and my brothers... Chelsea was the only one not there, which was odd. I didn't care for most of the bands, but Mom bought me a ticket for my birthday and I really wanted to see Sum 41, and they told me I'd really dig Breaking Benjamin and Three Days Grace. This was true. However, the other cookie cutter radio rock bands bored me to tears, so it's a good thing the company was good! I sent my 15 year old brother up crowdsurfing during Sum 41's set, as well as my cousins Chris & Ben. It was pretty spectacular - Mom was jealous.
Last Saturday, I met up with Dad at one of his Indian group things where they had a food booth set up. I went to make an ice run at the local New Melle convenience store. Apparently I had taken up part of this biker's spot for about 30 seconds, and he, being a hillbilly, made a big deal out of it. "What the fuck is wrong with people today? Just cuz I've got a fuckin' bike, it's like I can't get a whole spot! I always park in this spot, why can't I have a whole spot? Fuckin' people, what the hell..." and he just kept going, not making much sense, looking at me like I had some sort of response. My only response was getting in my car and leaving him the hell alone because if there's one thing angry hillbillies know how to do, it's fight. I didn't feel like dying over a fucking hoosier's stupidity. Who's laughin' now?
I'm going to be recording Tommy Pini's band starting next week. From what I can tell so far, they're not bad at all for a crew of freshmen in high school! We'll see how this goes, they want to record a whole 10 song album.
I heard "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?" the other day, and it prompted me to look up the story behind it. I came across this website that presents Dan Rather's insane assailant's story as fact. It's pretty spectacular.
Okay, back to weork. PEACE OFF.
So, money's super tight right now. We're going from 4 roommates to 3, so I'll have to pay more at home, and my other high payments aren't going to be lowering for years (just 3 years left on my car, but about 29 1/2 left on the student loans! woohoo!). Also, my credit card is beyond maxed out, and I need to whittle that down (good ol' unemployment started that habit, and I never really stopped spending money like I had it...). Anyway, my point is -- I need to get an additional job to make ends meet a little better. Seeing as I'd rather kill myself than work in a restaurant again, I'm taking an approach I should have taken years ago: I'm going to record an acoustic demo and shop it around to all the local bars and coffee shops and try to play out a couple nights a week. For most places, I probably don't necessarily need a demo, but it'll make me feel better about it. Plus it gives me a goal to work towards...
I went to Pointfest the other day with Mom, Mario, Jo, and my brothers... Chelsea was the only one not there, which was odd. I didn't care for most of the bands, but Mom bought me a ticket for my birthday and I really wanted to see Sum 41, and they told me I'd really dig Breaking Benjamin and Three Days Grace. This was true. However, the other cookie cutter radio rock bands bored me to tears, so it's a good thing the company was good! I sent my 15 year old brother up crowdsurfing during Sum 41's set, as well as my cousins Chris & Ben. It was pretty spectacular - Mom was jealous.
Last Saturday, I met up with Dad at one of his Indian group things where they had a food booth set up. I went to make an ice run at the local New Melle convenience store. Apparently I had taken up part of this biker's spot for about 30 seconds, and he, being a hillbilly, made a big deal out of it. "What the fuck is wrong with people today? Just cuz I've got a fuckin' bike, it's like I can't get a whole spot! I always park in this spot, why can't I have a whole spot? Fuckin' people, what the hell..." and he just kept going, not making much sense, looking at me like I had some sort of response. My only response was getting in my car and leaving him the hell alone because if there's one thing angry hillbillies know how to do, it's fight. I didn't feel like dying over a fucking hoosier's stupidity. Who's laughin' now?
I'm going to be recording Tommy Pini's band starting next week. From what I can tell so far, they're not bad at all for a crew of freshmen in high school! We'll see how this goes, they want to record a whole 10 song album.
I heard "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?" the other day, and it prompted me to look up the story behind it. I came across this website that presents Dan Rather's insane assailant's story as fact. It's pretty spectacular.
Okay, back to weork. PEACE OFF.