A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
Waste Management Front Loader by First Gear 1/34th Scale
Originally uploaded by @takYesterday I found out that I got a B on my Music Recording class midterm which was great. Then I found out that my teacher graded me incorrectly and that I had actually gotten an A. So I have an A in that class because this has been the only graded assignment thus far and that is just fantastic. I didn’t even buy the book. Also, in that class yesterday I had to record guitar parts on top of the music we had previously recorded and god damn is that stressful. The whole entire class is staring at me as they wait for me to get the part right so they can go home -- smiles and kind reassurances barely hiding their impatience -- but I can’t really get the part right when the producers are telling me to “do whatever I want”. Pretty much they have a lot of faith in me and my guitar playing, and that is great and nice, but I was just too stressed out by the setting and ended up recording a shitty, half-effort guitar track. Whatever, there is a star inside my pocket that makes everything better.
Something about reading Tom Wolfe on BART makes me sick. I told some people this already, but I suppose I should document it for posterity. Last week as I was riding BART to school I started to get nauseous right before the Glen Park stop and at first I thought I’d be cool, or I could at least wait until Daly City, but it quickly became apparent that I was not going to be able to wait at all. So I tried to exit at Glen Park but immediately after standing I began to violently vomit all over the BART seat where I had just been sitting. I’m talking a lot of vomit, like the entire seat covered with orange goo and onion bits thanks to the veggie sandwich I had previously eaten. The train being about half full made me uncomfortable so I simply moved down two cars and rode it out to Daly City. This shit never happened with Kerouac.
I want to play music. Like live shows where I sing and people come and maybe other people sing too and I relearn all my old songs and write some new ones too. Even Ghostbot-ed joke songs would be good. Speaking of jokes, last night before I fell asleep I kept thinking about how to turn this into a joke but it ended up becoming really un-funny:
You know that saying, ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’? Well I sure wish I could sell all my trash to someone who would pay good money for it. I could somehow get a circle going where I accumulate a bunch of trash and find the person who happens to throw away things that I find valuable and then we could trade back and forth back and forth back and forth and soon enough we would be rich from trash and never have to work again. Inevitably a third party would intervene and mess everything up, and they would probably be a garbage man.
“Hey fuck you garbage man! That’s my treasure!” I scream.
“Too bad friend-o, you may have finally caught on to Waste Management but you’ll never get to tell anyone! [Maniacal laughter] Now you must be compressed into a cube like in the movies!” the garbage man smiles deviously, “Grab him boys!”
[Two other garbage man cronies throw me into the back of the garbage truck]
“You won’t get away with this!! NOOOOooooo, uughghhhhh ahhhhhhh ooooohhhhh noooooooo-oh-oh-ohh-ohhhhh [squishy crushing sounds]”
This concept makes me think of hoarders in a new light. Can anyone else tell my heart isn’t in this?
Oh and yeah Joey, I remember you mentioned my name last time and I just wanted to say, “Yes, tomorrow.” Also I have an extra pocket journal LIE-ing around somewhere if you want it to write more.
Oh and I quit the Master Cleanse today. Sorry Joey, Adam, Christine, Mason.
This will cheer you guys up.
Murder Me!