"for some reason they watch his body twitch.."
-although most of the day i was bummed it felt great tonight to see and catch up with some long distance friends . rehashing old stories, chatting about the coming months, catching up on the typical bullshit we seem to always complain and talk shit about...music, L.A., people in general. its a bummer to have your friends pass through for only a few hours, until months later when their passing through once again, and once again all you have time for is to share a few stories, smile about the memories, and then it's good show, goodbye. the blood brothers played to a room full of sloppy drunk teenagers, who all looked the same, who all lied to their parents about going to the spring dance in the cafeteria..fuck i dont know. what i do know, is the smell is now an "official venue", an "official venue" where the working minimum wage sweating pimply faced teenagers swap sips of cheap 40oz's before the only one band they came to see riffs it up. their no E.L.O. but fuck it they'll work until i get home and slap my greatest hits on. the sign on the door "no drinking" shit was packed. Anthony continued to give me shit about the h3/sound virus fest being held at the troubadour and not the smell. All i could say was sorry man? I'll put you on the list if you want? what an asshole i am. I had to leave as soon as they ended with the last line of "where is love now....bah bah bah bah bahhhhhhhh"...cyah ...i missed milemarker. i never liked milemarker i always thought they were shitty, i here their "good now", but as far as im concerned you cant polish a turd. sorry..
-- someone called me a poormans patch adams? what does he look like? was it because i havent shaved since... I was in NY [ and you watched : ) ] and my facial hair is severelypatchy?
-- some nights (like now) i end up coming back to the studio to work (unlike now) around 1:30-2:30 am. i find this time to be more relaxing and am more motivated then any other hour of the day t i'm awake..when I start around this time I get so much shit done..its like im under the gun to finish shit before i get too tired that I cant keep my eyes open or rest my head on the pink desk pillow. "Ive got the spirit... for loosing feeling" A few weeks ago I prioritized my list of jobs/projects figuring this will help me manage my time in a more efficient manner so everything gets done promptly and everyone is happy eh...shit who was I trying to fool I made this list so I could feel busy, feel important and not like the lazy fuck my dad always said i was. the list clips behind a photo on the wall. written on the wall under the photo is a set of tally marks for either how many weeks of school have gone by, or how many weeks I have worked without turning in my time card, and lastly any specific day or event i am looking forward to. im behind on the young people cover, the pearlene cover, the gossip cover, the monitor bats..nothing 100% done, my old man was right, fuck im not behind on making sure i mark that tally, 7 weeks of school have passed by, and I havent turned a time sheet in for the last 5 weeks..."for some reason they watch his body twitch.."...the phone is ringing and that pink pillow is staring at my forehead...goodbye!
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--H3 studio