Talk about old school.

[poorwhiteboy]

Wow. From another time man. The first song I had ever written and recorded with a band No, that's not me singing, thankfully. That's another alcoholic. Pretty rough, four chords, this is the first time we'd actually played the song through together, and the only surviving recording that I know of. What's scarier about this whole thing is how this song was recorded. Daniel was drunk off his has, and had broke my strat a few months earlier by either spilling bongwater or beer on it, to this day, the mystery remains unsolved, although the guitar has been repaired and rebuilt, it's bigger, stronger, faster, and has a humbucker. But since the strat was out of commission, I didn't have another electric guitar. But wait? you say that's an electric guitar on that track you just heard? yup. I bought an old Kent Armstrong humbucker and slapped it in the hole of my old Harmony acoustic. Althought this guitar hadn't been restored at the time. I was too busy doing drugs to restore it, and I had just traded a hat for it a few years earlier. Daniel actually bought a nice microphone, it might have been a nady or something like that, so we actually plugged in into my old HP PC and brought out windows sound recorder. The catch was the music in the room was so damned loud we couldn't hear Daniel singing. He went out and got a 30 ft cord, ran into the living room and was singing along into the mic in there, and recording the music from about twenty feet way. Wild shit. Damned crackheads we were. Steve (the guy playing drums) might end up having other versions with the actual guitar solo and developed structure lying around somewhere.

hah. That's not really Steve, but yes, I did live in a crackhouse, that's not just for show. I tripped balls really hard one time, woke up in that room, looked over at the big ass Jim Morrison poster, and swore to God that bastard was going to jump out of the wall and take my ass down. You can see he's about my size when he's on the wall. Spooky. yeah



Then just two years later and quitting drugs, and I'm only playing with fireworks, cigs, and alcohol, not smack. I'm really just rambling at this point with photographic evidence. So I might just continue, it's nice having hosting somewhere, and I have to use it somehow, other than just plastering pictures of Willie everywhere. Although mankind might be better for massive amounts of Willie Nelson pictures infused into its collective mind. umm yeah. The effects of drugs linger years after you stop taking them. Then I go to my art class and make something like this:

and my teacher freaks out, won't touch it, because the epoxy is still dripping off of it, and I've been up all night at work, and I'm pretty thin, so they all think I'm a junkie, but yeah, The bitch gave me an A, I think because she was afraid. I'll put my evil in you. hah. all those drugs, all that shit, and the music still sucked.