Getting Stuff out of My System
Saturday was the first day off I've had in over a month so I went to Hynes's house with a bottle of Barton's American Whiskey ($9/liter) and got myself about seventeen kinds of sloppy. People were coming and going all night and we pretty much just hung about acting like retards and drinking horrible drain-cleaner-esque liquor. Until Bagel showed up with Captain Morgan's Private Stock. Yum. Then we were acting like even bigger retards and drinking good liquor.
My plan was to write at least a dozen songs and record them all, but I only got to writing about three because our recording tech didn't show up till midnight and each time we tried playing a song it turned into a thirty-seven (yes, 37) minute jam of shrieking, ethanol-fueled quasi-"music". Then we'd all hustle up the steps and smoke cigarettes and continue drinking. When it was all over, Bagel and I, feuled by the bacchanal rage of it all, proceeded to destroy part of Hynes's basement.
I laid down on the kitchen floor and spilled water on it, and Bagel and I filled up Dirk's voicemail box with vaguely accusatory messages chiding him for not finding the seventh monkey magnet (all I remember).
Then I ate a corner of Elio's Pizza and went to sleep on the living room couch.
To those who said they want a copy of what we recorded: just... uh, be warned.
My plan was to write at least a dozen songs and record them all, but I only got to writing about three because our recording tech didn't show up till midnight and each time we tried playing a song it turned into a thirty-seven (yes, 37) minute jam of shrieking, ethanol-fueled quasi-"music". Then we'd all hustle up the steps and smoke cigarettes and continue drinking. When it was all over, Bagel and I, feuled by the bacchanal rage of it all, proceeded to destroy part of Hynes's basement.
I laid down on the kitchen floor and spilled water on it, and Bagel and I filled up Dirk's voicemail box with vaguely accusatory messages chiding him for not finding the seventh monkey magnet (all I remember).
Then I ate a corner of Elio's Pizza and went to sleep on the living room couch.
To those who said they want a copy of what we recorded: just... uh, be warned.