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when i'm home alone, i put hot sauce on my fried eggs. i do. turns them from a breakfast food to a fiesta.
i have a real day ahead of me. i woke up at 7:00. i used to always wake up at 7:00, but i haven't since christmas. over christmas break i learned how to sleep in til noon and i've been doing it ever since. i have a meeting with a professor in about an hour. then in the afternoon i have work, then a show. i'll actually be rushing from work straight to the show. we're closing for the black squeeze, a black keys tribute band. they're actually awesome. this big fat guy joel is supremely talented. he was at our show wednesday and dug it so much he asked if we'd like to close for them tonight. they are pretty popular so there will be a nice crowd. playing for a crowd makes me high. also, this is the first gig we're getting paid a large sum for. we can use that money to make our first music video. i cannot wait until school is done... week or two, so i can take over manegerial duties for the band again. andy does a good job, he's well-intentioned, but as i keep an eye on his correspondnces i see that he's actually passed up a few really good gig offers, while we continue to play at the same places for the same people every month. i'm happy where we are and could do it forever, but some surprising opportunities are available to us in may and june and i'm ready to get moving.
andrew and i had a major songwriting session last night. i drank copious wine and we made some good new stuff and bounced ideas for tweaking what we usually play. we're both a little concerned about how to communicate our tweaking to the other guys without hurting anyone's feelings. which makes me feel gggggwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr.
every day i logically determine that i should stop going to school.
i have a specific specific goal for the summer- to get better at playing instruments. guitar, harmonica, xylophone. and if i can get one cheap i'm thinking of taking up bass. also want to look for a cheap electric guitar. i've never owned one. sometimes i use andy's during practice when everyone goes on break.
there was an afternoon last summer when andrew and i wanted to spend a lot of money but couldnt decide what to buy. we strongly considered a baby electric sitar. we fooled with it at the music store until they closed but decided to hold off. a week later i used the money on a personal PA system. probably the smartest investment i've ever made. but lately i've been wishing i had the sitar.
i love the guys in my band- to great depths. i can honestly say i like the music we make. it crosses my mind sometimes, though, that i may not always have them behind me and that i want to make music always. that's why i want to, for the first time in my life, devote myself to something that does not come immediately easily to me. i do not have the predisposed talent/coordination for it, but i want to get good at playing my instruments, to ensure that i'll always be able to make music.
one other goal for the summer is to self-publish something. i'm going to set aside a little bit of my money each week and hopefully by august i will be able to. it's just an experiment. either i will write something over the summer that i feel is worth publishing (by my standards for my shit), or i will compile my best work so far and publish that. the experiment is to see what i can do on my own. to see what will actually happen if i put my writing out there. nothing, most likely. i just started to think about it like music. so far i've never had an agent, i've never had to try to sell myself to any representative or corporation. our band has had absolutely no help from anyone. our recordings came out of our own resources, our money, our friends. but we're doing it. i'm wondering if writing can be the same way. if i just slyly circulate my writing the way we do with our music, will people read it? and if they do, wont i have accomplished what i hope for when i say i want to be a writer? havent i accomplished what i hope for when i drag my ass to school every day and take a lot of arbitrary classes that frustrate me as i pursue a degree? when it's over i am supposed to get a piece of paper that says what i know how to do. so over the summer i'm going to prematurely print a series of paper pieces that say what i know how to do. immediately i have to qualify that, hemingway says, "we are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master."
i have a real day ahead of me. i woke up at 7:00. i used to always wake up at 7:00, but i haven't since christmas. over christmas break i learned how to sleep in til noon and i've been doing it ever since. i have a meeting with a professor in about an hour. then in the afternoon i have work, then a show. i'll actually be rushing from work straight to the show. we're closing for the black squeeze, a black keys tribute band. they're actually awesome. this big fat guy joel is supremely talented. he was at our show wednesday and dug it so much he asked if we'd like to close for them tonight. they are pretty popular so there will be a nice crowd. playing for a crowd makes me high. also, this is the first gig we're getting paid a large sum for. we can use that money to make our first music video. i cannot wait until school is done... week or two, so i can take over manegerial duties for the band again. andy does a good job, he's well-intentioned, but as i keep an eye on his correspondnces i see that he's actually passed up a few really good gig offers, while we continue to play at the same places for the same people every month. i'm happy where we are and could do it forever, but some surprising opportunities are available to us in may and june and i'm ready to get moving.
andrew and i had a major songwriting session last night. i drank copious wine and we made some good new stuff and bounced ideas for tweaking what we usually play. we're both a little concerned about how to communicate our tweaking to the other guys without hurting anyone's feelings. which makes me feel gggggwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr.
every day i logically determine that i should stop going to school.
i have a specific specific goal for the summer- to get better at playing instruments. guitar, harmonica, xylophone. and if i can get one cheap i'm thinking of taking up bass. also want to look for a cheap electric guitar. i've never owned one. sometimes i use andy's during practice when everyone goes on break.
there was an afternoon last summer when andrew and i wanted to spend a lot of money but couldnt decide what to buy. we strongly considered a baby electric sitar. we fooled with it at the music store until they closed but decided to hold off. a week later i used the money on a personal PA system. probably the smartest investment i've ever made. but lately i've been wishing i had the sitar.
i love the guys in my band- to great depths. i can honestly say i like the music we make. it crosses my mind sometimes, though, that i may not always have them behind me and that i want to make music always. that's why i want to, for the first time in my life, devote myself to something that does not come immediately easily to me. i do not have the predisposed talent/coordination for it, but i want to get good at playing my instruments, to ensure that i'll always be able to make music.
one other goal for the summer is to self-publish something. i'm going to set aside a little bit of my money each week and hopefully by august i will be able to. it's just an experiment. either i will write something over the summer that i feel is worth publishing (by my standards for my shit), or i will compile my best work so far and publish that. the experiment is to see what i can do on my own. to see what will actually happen if i put my writing out there. nothing, most likely. i just started to think about it like music. so far i've never had an agent, i've never had to try to sell myself to any representative or corporation. our band has had absolutely no help from anyone. our recordings came out of our own resources, our money, our friends. but we're doing it. i'm wondering if writing can be the same way. if i just slyly circulate my writing the way we do with our music, will people read it? and if they do, wont i have accomplished what i hope for when i say i want to be a writer? havent i accomplished what i hope for when i drag my ass to school every day and take a lot of arbitrary classes that frustrate me as i pursue a degree? when it's over i am supposed to get a piece of paper that says what i know how to do. so over the summer i'm going to prematurely print a series of paper pieces that say what i know how to do. immediately i have to qualify that, hemingway says, "we are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master."