A Heavy Stomach Ache.
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where have the days gone?
i have had a good week filled with friends and booze. seriously, every night has been spent out and about till three in the monring at which point i arrive home some how severely drunken. and then i go to bed, and then awaken at around 12:30. then i do chores at home, eat dinner, hang out with my sister, and do the whole drinking thing over again. i think i need to take a break however; last time i got pretty drunk i ended up on huter's bed with brynne and steve and allison patrick and hunter, and steve and i had no pants on and i think i saw steve's thing a couple times. I DON"T KNOW how that happened. alls i can say is that it made sense at the time.
chris and kelly dewitt and i had a pretty good improv dance jam at chris' house earlier in the week on monday. i played dance bass, chris played drums, kelly synth keyboard. it was pretty good. it only lasted about 10 minutes though, cause i had to go home and our earlier two hours had been squandered on finding kelly a new plug for her keyboard. it ate up a lot of time.
tonite was the sweet teeth/salty texas show. i was personally happy with it. although i played without a setlist (what can i say i aint fugzi) and i was a little thrown off by it (i swear i put the setlist in my back pocket earlier but i guess i didn't) but i did what i had wanted to do and i didn't mess up. and no one threw rotten potatoes at me. and chris' guitar pickup didn't fit my guitar so i had to play with a craned neck over the microphone with the alternative being me yelling sans craning. that was actually cool though. i didnt have to stare at the audience as much.
the first song i was really nervous and it hit like a lead bomb. it's not really a song but more of a warmup for me fingers. but then "blood and veins" went ok (first time ever performed) and "the cobra and the robin" sliced throats. that's my current favorite song ever right now, and that's pretty good seeing as how i am sick of 3/4's my songs.
the only other mentionables were "black and brown blues" by the silver jews which was mistake free and juicy and then this other new song i played called "the fever." i like that one too.
this fucking new years party is stressing me out. it's gonna be so big and hideous and debacherous and motley i am thinking. and for those reasons i am having all these terrible premonitions/imaginations about the party. like hipster kids that i don't know puking all over matt's bed, and some dummy pouring water all over my guitar amp, and some weiner breaking the pool, and kids falling off the roof and breaking legs, and someone stealing my broken guitar, and chris getting the clap from some nasty bitch, and brian gonynor dying of alcohol poisoning. stuff like that. in my head. please people appease my jangled nerves and don;t fucking burn my house down on saturday.
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where have the days gone?
i have had a good week filled with friends and booze. seriously, every night has been spent out and about till three in the monring at which point i arrive home some how severely drunken. and then i go to bed, and then awaken at around 12:30. then i do chores at home, eat dinner, hang out with my sister, and do the whole drinking thing over again. i think i need to take a break however; last time i got pretty drunk i ended up on huter's bed with brynne and steve and allison patrick and hunter, and steve and i had no pants on and i think i saw steve's thing a couple times. I DON"T KNOW how that happened. alls i can say is that it made sense at the time.
chris and kelly dewitt and i had a pretty good improv dance jam at chris' house earlier in the week on monday. i played dance bass, chris played drums, kelly synth keyboard. it was pretty good. it only lasted about 10 minutes though, cause i had to go home and our earlier two hours had been squandered on finding kelly a new plug for her keyboard. it ate up a lot of time.
tonite was the sweet teeth/salty texas show. i was personally happy with it. although i played without a setlist (what can i say i aint fugzi) and i was a little thrown off by it (i swear i put the setlist in my back pocket earlier but i guess i didn't) but i did what i had wanted to do and i didn't mess up. and no one threw rotten potatoes at me. and chris' guitar pickup didn't fit my guitar so i had to play with a craned neck over the microphone with the alternative being me yelling sans craning. that was actually cool though. i didnt have to stare at the audience as much.
the first song i was really nervous and it hit like a lead bomb. it's not really a song but more of a warmup for me fingers. but then "blood and veins" went ok (first time ever performed) and "the cobra and the robin" sliced throats. that's my current favorite song ever right now, and that's pretty good seeing as how i am sick of 3/4's my songs.
the only other mentionables were "black and brown blues" by the silver jews which was mistake free and juicy and then this other new song i played called "the fever." i like that one too.
this fucking new years party is stressing me out. it's gonna be so big and hideous and debacherous and motley i am thinking. and for those reasons i am having all these terrible premonitions/imaginations about the party. like hipster kids that i don't know puking all over matt's bed, and some dummy pouring water all over my guitar amp, and some weiner breaking the pool, and kids falling off the roof and breaking legs, and someone stealing my broken guitar, and chris getting the clap from some nasty bitch, and brian gonynor dying of alcohol poisoning. stuff like that. in my head. please people appease my jangled nerves and don;t fucking burn my house down on saturday.
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