Vh1 In The Mornings Could Result In Minimal Violent Desire
So yesterday was interesting...
We plyed the gig out at The West End in Sanford, which was plagued by problems galore. Not enoug mic cables, shitty mics (at least one), and Pete having to run his gear through the house system intstead of his based on us being the instigators of a big Noise Ordinance fine the last time we played there (then pray tell, why the fuck would you have us back there?). It was just one of those gigs, man. So we ripped up a 40 minute set and bounced. I was pretty tired anyhow.
Got to talk to Jessica last night. I think we sort of made plans to hang out after she gets off from work on Friday. I hope that this goes down.
Just at work, recalling our weekends. Totally fun times.
I woke up this morning with the inspiration to write. But I was forced (by life) to come here and work. It kinda bummed me out. Now I can't even remember what I wanted to write. Another hit down the drain...
Gotta go.
P.S. Usually I am pretty much a pop culture and music pacifist, but I must say this...
I wanna punch James Blunt's nostalgic stalker ass in the face, and blast him back to 1973.
....AND THERE HE GOES AGAIN...
We plyed the gig out at The West End in Sanford, which was plagued by problems galore. Not enoug mic cables, shitty mics (at least one), and Pete having to run his gear through the house system intstead of his based on us being the instigators of a big Noise Ordinance fine the last time we played there (then pray tell, why the fuck would you have us back there?). It was just one of those gigs, man. So we ripped up a 40 minute set and bounced. I was pretty tired anyhow.
Got to talk to Jessica last night. I think we sort of made plans to hang out after she gets off from work on Friday. I hope that this goes down.
Just at work, recalling our weekends. Totally fun times.
I woke up this morning with the inspiration to write. But I was forced (by life) to come here and work. It kinda bummed me out. Now I can't even remember what I wanted to write. Another hit down the drain...
Gotta go.
P.S. Usually I am pretty much a pop culture and music pacifist, but I must say this...
I wanna punch James Blunt's nostalgic stalker ass in the face, and blast him back to 1973.
....AND THERE HE GOES AGAIN...