Rock Time
I'd always thought of rock time exclusively in regards to shows starting at least an hour after the advertised starting time. Lately, however, I've found that rock time has creeped into all aspects of my musical existence. The Makes Nice recording session, supposedly to be one quick mid-November weekend, has sprawled into the new year, still unfinished. Eager fans will have to wait a little longer for the pink 7"s from the Mothballs and Dreamdate, due to mysteriously spoiled stampers. Band shirt zine, record label? Blah.
These things happen, I suppose. I can usually blame it on other people, faulty technology, physical limitations of earthly matter, the Government, the Terrorists... anyway, now my humble Livejournal has succumbed to rock time, and it's all my fault. Utter uninspiration! It's not that I have nothing to say, but I simply lack the motivation to format my thoughts into easily digestable nuggets of of cyber-text.
Therefore, my report on how awesome the Hi-Fives were last weekend and why will wait until tomorrow.
These things happen, I suppose. I can usually blame it on other people, faulty technology, physical limitations of earthly matter, the Government, the Terrorists... anyway, now my humble Livejournal has succumbed to rock time, and it's all my fault. Utter uninspiration! It's not that I have nothing to say, but I simply lack the motivation to format my thoughts into easily digestable nuggets of of cyber-text.
Therefore, my report on how awesome the Hi-Fives were last weekend and why will wait until tomorrow.