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Friday.
Got up and ran some errands. i had to go to the bank to cash a check, drop of invoices at the studio, and hit guitar center. i had to put a down payment on a guitar from my brother. i also picked up a new hi hat top for myself. the other one was broken, so it needed to be replaced before recording. from there i sort of weaved my way home, but i got a call from Jason to meet for lunch. i met him at Azteca where we had burritos. from there i went to haight street and got my nipples redone. it took them forever to line them up right. i learned that when your nipples get erect they twist out, which makes it hard to get them precise. after i did that i made my way home, stopping off at safeway first. elizabeth came over and we hung out for a bit. we had Hanabi, which was good, but more of a treat than a main staple place to eat. i dont want to go there on a regular since i dont want to ruin it for myself. i will stick to no name for the quick and cheap, but go to some other spots when i want to treat myself. i went back home and took a nap, but when i got up i was so beat i didnt feel like going out. i was supposed to go out with elizabeth and Ida to Hot Pants, but slept instead. i am bummed out on myself for that since i told them and jason i was thinking about going. i hate hypocrites. i am one.
Saturday.
woke up at 8 am after an ill dream. i got out of the house and picked up the van. i had to bring it back to my place to unload some of the stuff inside, but that didnt take too long. i got the rest of the guys, but we lagged. we had to stop at walgreens, had to pick up seth (who was at rainbow), and had to load the equipment. needless to say we were only a bit late to East Palo Alto to record at the studio. things there went ok. we recorded the drums, bass, primary guitar tracks and vocals. we go back tomorrow run the tracks through some more amps and thicken the sound up as well as mix down. we want to have a finished product so we have enough time to make a CD for the Japan Tour in March. after recording i came home and dropped off the boys, exercised, ate a little something, then redid the design for the Funeral Diner Japan Tour T-Shirt. it needed to be in half tone so the greyish areas would come out properly when burnt to a silk screen for screen printing. i took the van back to find a spot to leave it, but all the gucci butter spots were taken. i will look for one tomorrow or keep moving the van throughout the week until one opens up. from there i found i had a flat tire on my bike, but went to DNA anyhow. danced a bit, stood around a bit, drew on napkins a bit, waited a bit, then got bored and went to see if a spot opened up to park the van. nothing was open so i came home and fixed the flat. i will see if the patch holds air tomorrow. shower and sleep.
Dream
I had this dream that i was going on a bike ride with my friend jason, but i got a flat tire (how ironic). i had to walk my bike on some old country 2 lane road that reminded my a lot of middle america back country roads. i sort of miss it, but i know that places that like no longer hold anything superb for my any longer. i walked for a long time and it got dark. i got to a town, so i locked up my bike and walked to where i could eat. i saw this place across the street that was open. it was a pizza place that had a yellow sign with red lettering. as i passed a cop car that was parked on the street my friend Niels from The Netherlands opens the door to the pizza place and starts firing an M16 in my direction. i black out and find myself in the pizza place with guns blazing. i guess Niels is robbing the place. from around the back room corner i see my other friend Oliver from Germany with two 9mm pistols and a large drop bag filled with what i assume to be money. i find out that they are not robbing the place, but that this is their place and they are getting raided by the cops. they rush me to a carpet that is hiding 3 different secret escapes paths in the wooden floor. i take one and exit at the side of the building. Niels throws the pistols, the bag, and some papers under a car and vamps. i find that i am alone and looking at this house party. i remember it being partially snowy and peope are bundled up. the time must have gone forward because it is the light before the dawn. i am moving in and out of the party, but i keep looking out the window to see the gun, bag, and papers in plain site under this car. i am thinking about going out and taking the gun to protect my squad, but at the same time i dont want any of the hipsters at this party to see me. i end up getting out there, but just as i do another friend of mine, who i cant remember, shows up and gets the stuff ahead of me. he told me it was cool and that he was sent to get it. i am still a bit shook that i was hemmed up in something shadey, but am relieved. i wake up.
Got up and ran some errands. i had to go to the bank to cash a check, drop of invoices at the studio, and hit guitar center. i had to put a down payment on a guitar from my brother. i also picked up a new hi hat top for myself. the other one was broken, so it needed to be replaced before recording. from there i sort of weaved my way home, but i got a call from Jason to meet for lunch. i met him at Azteca where we had burritos. from there i went to haight street and got my nipples redone. it took them forever to line them up right. i learned that when your nipples get erect they twist out, which makes it hard to get them precise. after i did that i made my way home, stopping off at safeway first. elizabeth came over and we hung out for a bit. we had Hanabi, which was good, but more of a treat than a main staple place to eat. i dont want to go there on a regular since i dont want to ruin it for myself. i will stick to no name for the quick and cheap, but go to some other spots when i want to treat myself. i went back home and took a nap, but when i got up i was so beat i didnt feel like going out. i was supposed to go out with elizabeth and Ida to Hot Pants, but slept instead. i am bummed out on myself for that since i told them and jason i was thinking about going. i hate hypocrites. i am one.
Saturday.
woke up at 8 am after an ill dream. i got out of the house and picked up the van. i had to bring it back to my place to unload some of the stuff inside, but that didnt take too long. i got the rest of the guys, but we lagged. we had to stop at walgreens, had to pick up seth (who was at rainbow), and had to load the equipment. needless to say we were only a bit late to East Palo Alto to record at the studio. things there went ok. we recorded the drums, bass, primary guitar tracks and vocals. we go back tomorrow run the tracks through some more amps and thicken the sound up as well as mix down. we want to have a finished product so we have enough time to make a CD for the Japan Tour in March. after recording i came home and dropped off the boys, exercised, ate a little something, then redid the design for the Funeral Diner Japan Tour T-Shirt. it needed to be in half tone so the greyish areas would come out properly when burnt to a silk screen for screen printing. i took the van back to find a spot to leave it, but all the gucci butter spots were taken. i will look for one tomorrow or keep moving the van throughout the week until one opens up. from there i found i had a flat tire on my bike, but went to DNA anyhow. danced a bit, stood around a bit, drew on napkins a bit, waited a bit, then got bored and went to see if a spot opened up to park the van. nothing was open so i came home and fixed the flat. i will see if the patch holds air tomorrow. shower and sleep.
Dream
I had this dream that i was going on a bike ride with my friend jason, but i got a flat tire (how ironic). i had to walk my bike on some old country 2 lane road that reminded my a lot of middle america back country roads. i sort of miss it, but i know that places that like no longer hold anything superb for my any longer. i walked for a long time and it got dark. i got to a town, so i locked up my bike and walked to where i could eat. i saw this place across the street that was open. it was a pizza place that had a yellow sign with red lettering. as i passed a cop car that was parked on the street my friend Niels from The Netherlands opens the door to the pizza place and starts firing an M16 in my direction. i black out and find myself in the pizza place with guns blazing. i guess Niels is robbing the place. from around the back room corner i see my other friend Oliver from Germany with two 9mm pistols and a large drop bag filled with what i assume to be money. i find out that they are not robbing the place, but that this is their place and they are getting raided by the cops. they rush me to a carpet that is hiding 3 different secret escapes paths in the wooden floor. i take one and exit at the side of the building. Niels throws the pistols, the bag, and some papers under a car and vamps. i find that i am alone and looking at this house party. i remember it being partially snowy and peope are bundled up. the time must have gone forward because it is the light before the dawn. i am moving in and out of the party, but i keep looking out the window to see the gun, bag, and papers in plain site under this car. i am thinking about going out and taking the gun to protect my squad, but at the same time i dont want any of the hipsters at this party to see me. i end up getting out there, but just as i do another friend of mine, who i cant remember, shows up and gets the stuff ahead of me. he told me it was cool and that he was sent to get it. i am still a bit shook that i was hemmed up in something shadey, but am relieved. i wake up.