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Things are going quite spiffy for your humble narrator.
My OCPD is under control, which means I'm much less of an overbearing, self-righteous prick than normal. I'm well hung and well read. Unfortunately, I'm well fed also. Consequently, I've begun running regularly again. It's a sad, sad, sorry, ugly, tortured vision, but it's happening so we're all going to have to deal with it together.
I'm recovering from what was an awesome weekend of sushi and beers followed by a blowjob then a day of running, yardwork, blowjobs, more yard work and grilling followed by a day of sitting on my ass watching shitty movies and recording with my band. It's amazing to me that yardwork is included as a highlight along with blowjobs. But that's where I'm at, I'm digging yardwork.
But, I digress, which is perhaps the only thing I'm good at.
That's right, kids, the wife and I started a band. About a year ago, a few months after getting fed up with white trash enough to quit roller derby, I convinced my wife to sing some of the songs I wrote at some open mic nights. Now, there is nothing, absolutely nothing, I hate more than open mic nights, except for poetry readings. I haven't spoken much about my having been in bands, because who gives a shit about some fuckass going on about some band he was in that played shitholes in Mobile, Alabama. But, I've been in a shit ton of bands and played a shit ton of gigs which means I have sat through endless hours of talentless drivel from a slew of talentless cock-knockers, my own bands included. So, open mic night is my idea of pure fucking hell. But, I had to break my wife in. Also, I had to get used to playing in front of people again.
Let the attention whoring commence:
Here's a link to our reverbnation page which we don't use enough.
http://www.reverbnation.com/#!/themulligrubs
We have a facebook page as well, because who the fuck doesn't.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/The-Mulligrubs/106606969362240
I first heard Kimmy sing when we had just begun dating at a karaoke bar in Boston. She tore that bitch up. I told her, "Hey, you got the goods." But, she didn't believe me. However, I am nothing if not persistent and persuasive. I'm an unstoppable force and there is no immovable object. So. long story not quite as long as it could be but longer perhaps than it needed to be just like this sentence, when we got the time, I wrote some songs and now we have a band.
My writing has all but stalled except for song writing which I find challenging but rewarding, because-
1) Brevity.I can't ramble on endlessly because I'm not Bob Dylan so nobody gives a shit.
2) Being all multilayered and shit. For instance, working in swipes at religion in bluegrass/country music, a traditionally god fearing genre, is good, clean goddamn fun. Especially since we played in front of a church a couple of weeks ago. You have to slide that shit in under their radar.
3) Gender issues. Writing for a woman to sing is interesting. I never wrote woman characters from the first person in any of my fiction, feeling that I lacked the insight to pull it off properly. Perhaps I still do. Still, I can tell my father worries that I write lyrics from a female perspective. It's like that time he came home and I was playing Tomb Raider and he was absolutely confused and horrified I would play a game wherein I was a female character.
I've tired not to bitch too much about my failures in writing here, because who wants to hear that shit. But, given that this is the internet age, I doubt you're still here.
I've been reading a lot more fiction lately for inspiration and education. I've got ideas. But, they're all novel ideas and I want to be focusing on shorter pieces now. But, I'm terrible at short fiction or even short non-fiction. I've been working at it, but nothing seems to be hitting on all cylinders. I blame the internet, both for killing the world's interest in novels and killing my ability to focus on anything for longer than two to three minutes. Just ask my wife! ZING!
With that in mind, with the exception of this blog which I am actually posting on the internet, I've been working on making my writing more palatable to the internet generation. Short chapters. Short sentences. Changing perspectives. Lost of stuff about tentacle porn.
My OCPD is under control, which means I'm much less of an overbearing, self-righteous prick than normal. I'm well hung and well read. Unfortunately, I'm well fed also. Consequently, I've begun running regularly again. It's a sad, sad, sorry, ugly, tortured vision, but it's happening so we're all going to have to deal with it together.
I'm recovering from what was an awesome weekend of sushi and beers followed by a blowjob then a day of running, yardwork, blowjobs, more yard work and grilling followed by a day of sitting on my ass watching shitty movies and recording with my band. It's amazing to me that yardwork is included as a highlight along with blowjobs. But that's where I'm at, I'm digging yardwork.
But, I digress, which is perhaps the only thing I'm good at.
That's right, kids, the wife and I started a band. About a year ago, a few months after getting fed up with white trash enough to quit roller derby, I convinced my wife to sing some of the songs I wrote at some open mic nights. Now, there is nothing, absolutely nothing, I hate more than open mic nights, except for poetry readings. I haven't spoken much about my having been in bands, because who gives a shit about some fuckass going on about some band he was in that played shitholes in Mobile, Alabama. But, I've been in a shit ton of bands and played a shit ton of gigs which means I have sat through endless hours of talentless drivel from a slew of talentless cock-knockers, my own bands included. So, open mic night is my idea of pure fucking hell. But, I had to break my wife in. Also, I had to get used to playing in front of people again.
Let the attention whoring commence:
Here's a link to our reverbnation page which we don't use enough.
http://www.reverbnation.com/#!/themulligrubs
We have a facebook page as well, because who the fuck doesn't.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/The-Mulligrubs/106606969362240
I first heard Kimmy sing when we had just begun dating at a karaoke bar in Boston. She tore that bitch up. I told her, "Hey, you got the goods." But, she didn't believe me. However, I am nothing if not persistent and persuasive. I'm an unstoppable force and there is no immovable object. So. long story not quite as long as it could be but longer perhaps than it needed to be just like this sentence, when we got the time, I wrote some songs and now we have a band.
My writing has all but stalled except for song writing which I find challenging but rewarding, because-
1) Brevity.I can't ramble on endlessly because I'm not Bob Dylan so nobody gives a shit.
2) Being all multilayered and shit. For instance, working in swipes at religion in bluegrass/country music, a traditionally god fearing genre, is good, clean goddamn fun. Especially since we played in front of a church a couple of weeks ago. You have to slide that shit in under their radar.
3) Gender issues. Writing for a woman to sing is interesting. I never wrote woman characters from the first person in any of my fiction, feeling that I lacked the insight to pull it off properly. Perhaps I still do. Still, I can tell my father worries that I write lyrics from a female perspective. It's like that time he came home and I was playing Tomb Raider and he was absolutely confused and horrified I would play a game wherein I was a female character.
I've tired not to bitch too much about my failures in writing here, because who wants to hear that shit. But, given that this is the internet age, I doubt you're still here.
I've been reading a lot more fiction lately for inspiration and education. I've got ideas. But, they're all novel ideas and I want to be focusing on shorter pieces now. But, I'm terrible at short fiction or even short non-fiction. I've been working at it, but nothing seems to be hitting on all cylinders. I blame the internet, both for killing the world's interest in novels and killing my ability to focus on anything for longer than two to three minutes. Just ask my wife! ZING!
With that in mind, with the exception of this blog which I am actually posting on the internet, I've been working on making my writing more palatable to the internet generation. Short chapters. Short sentences. Changing perspectives. Lost of stuff about tentacle porn.