$5.99 for a 12 pack of henry weinhard's -- that's an offer to good to refuse. i mean, you can't even buy 40s that cheap!
today, i worked 12.5 hours. being marketing man really sucks sometimes, especially when i've been waiting since 7 am for something that finally gets to me at 16:30. it's ridiculous. of course, the person who told me that she'd have this thing done on friday, has escaped to montana. i need a vacation too, dudes!
tonight, listening to peaceful music:
lou reed - berlin
angels of light - new mother
smog - dongs of sevotion
i can't wait to play some rock on thursday. i really need that outlet. it's very exciting that we're in the onion. it's funny that i evaluate how big we are based on the font size. we're not as big as pedro the lion, but bigger than against tomorrow's sky (dorks!).
i've been thinking about taking the fretless plunge. wull said that it wasn't too terribly difficult. you have to remember, though that this kid played bass in high school orchestra (before they threw his ass out). it's really a totally different instrument, though. i have to find a 4 string with a p-j configuration fretless or otherwise, so that i can drop these emgs in it. i'm thinking that a used fretless precision could be found with that configuration cheap (no demand for fretless). also, i've been thinking about gutting the bottom of the grandmother to put in an 18, or at least a 15. that way i'd have one beasty cab that i could get some versatility from for recording, or live. i prefer the big speakers for recording, because i can get some real rumble down low. the small speakers definately are easier to hear over the guitars though live. they scare andrew, and drown out the drums. maybe he needs to quit using his shrapnel sticks if i'm going to go with the new "bass has to be fuckin' loud" sound of red cloud.
enough of the gear head ponderings.
i'm not even getting drunk. more beer!
that's the problem with beer--it just doesn't fuck you up fast enough. maybe i should go back to the dr. vodkas. i've got too much self respect at this point, though. waking up drunk, after a good black out just sucks, though. as it is, i drank 16 beers on friday night, and can't remember much after 7 o'clock. i know that i was on the web, probably sending out email, but it couldn't have been anything good--i didn't have access to my obscene self portraits, or drunken movies.
i'm pretty much glad that i quit getting high all the time, though--that shit'll job you of your ambition--even if your ambition is to get high and watch TV. sometimes, though i'd like to do some psychedelics sometime. maybe some mushrooms. the one time that i did those, i gagged down an eighth of them with matt preston. we actually broke down and bought mushrooms after we couldn't get a quarter of pot. the mushrooms were $60 a quater, it seems. i never expected them to actually be so dry. it was like eating a pizza crust that was several days old (not that i know what that's all about). we started our journey from canyon park to matt's house, in palo park.
we were tripping our asses off by the time we got to valmont and 19th. i suppose that it's a different name there, but it's basically valmont. we walk and toked the last of our weed between valmont and iris (in front of a parked cruiser). proceeding to matt's house, we encountered nude women in a swimming pool. that was totally erotic. it was like some porno, really. we were too shy to swim with them, even though they were very tempting. we just watched them. that's really the majority of what i can remember, besides that it was very much like taking LSD with malt liquor.
LSD is such a harsh ride, though. if you're doing enough, you become used to it, so you can really enjoy it. i don't think that most people do it enough--consistently, night after night. shit. i lost that train of thought. that's what happens when you're distracted by a phone call.
i just talked on the phone to an amazing girl. she's sort of giggly, but that's all right. that was ms. jessica from seattle. she managed to keep me on the phone so long that i killed the radio phone. she really has a lovely voice. she sort of reminds me of k.m. on the phone, but not enough to be upsetting. i really, really want to meet her now. this internet deal is too weird, considering that it was the downfall of my last real relationship. i really think that she'll be appalled by me in person, but i'm used to that. if only she knew that i'm a big fan of alt.binaries.erotica.pictures.redheads. i really couldn't tell at first, though, because her profile picture was of her wearing a hat, wearing sunglasses. she matched the 'rush' keyword search. who'd have thought that canadian prog rock would lead me to such a beautiful creature?
ross the boss wants to get up her way touring since "those kids need some cunt-ry." we're so NOT country, though. i'm interested to see how we go over live. i think that it'll go okay, since i fell in love with ross' music after playing a show with him. i think that winkleman added a cooler vibe than jason, man. jason's a way better player, though. ross says the matt was drunk all the time. i'll bet that we'd get along great. my one cogent coversation with matt: "dude. i'm a totally old school space rocker. we'll mix it up with a bunch of pedals...." that's better than i did with chris. that dude was fucked. "those guys at the circle k were joking around. i really like it when people joke around." this shit was unprompted. chris could definately play guitar like a lunatic, and in last man on the moon, he could play drums suficiently, but he needed to be medicated. i almost wish that i could have gotten a few more opportunities to chat with him. surely, he's not as fucked as i think that he is.
shit. 9 beers and counting. think that i should go to bed. got to become marketing man in 8 hours.
today, i worked 12.5 hours. being marketing man really sucks sometimes, especially when i've been waiting since 7 am for something that finally gets to me at 16:30. it's ridiculous. of course, the person who told me that she'd have this thing done on friday, has escaped to montana. i need a vacation too, dudes!
tonight, listening to peaceful music:
lou reed - berlin
angels of light - new mother
smog - dongs of sevotion
i can't wait to play some rock on thursday. i really need that outlet. it's very exciting that we're in the onion. it's funny that i evaluate how big we are based on the font size. we're not as big as pedro the lion, but bigger than against tomorrow's sky (dorks!).
i've been thinking about taking the fretless plunge. wull said that it wasn't too terribly difficult. you have to remember, though that this kid played bass in high school orchestra (before they threw his ass out). it's really a totally different instrument, though. i have to find a 4 string with a p-j configuration fretless or otherwise, so that i can drop these emgs in it. i'm thinking that a used fretless precision could be found with that configuration cheap (no demand for fretless). also, i've been thinking about gutting the bottom of the grandmother to put in an 18, or at least a 15. that way i'd have one beasty cab that i could get some versatility from for recording, or live. i prefer the big speakers for recording, because i can get some real rumble down low. the small speakers definately are easier to hear over the guitars though live. they scare andrew, and drown out the drums. maybe he needs to quit using his shrapnel sticks if i'm going to go with the new "bass has to be fuckin' loud" sound of red cloud.
enough of the gear head ponderings.
i'm not even getting drunk. more beer!
that's the problem with beer--it just doesn't fuck you up fast enough. maybe i should go back to the dr. vodkas. i've got too much self respect at this point, though. waking up drunk, after a good black out just sucks, though. as it is, i drank 16 beers on friday night, and can't remember much after 7 o'clock. i know that i was on the web, probably sending out email, but it couldn't have been anything good--i didn't have access to my obscene self portraits, or drunken movies.
i'm pretty much glad that i quit getting high all the time, though--that shit'll job you of your ambition--even if your ambition is to get high and watch TV. sometimes, though i'd like to do some psychedelics sometime. maybe some mushrooms. the one time that i did those, i gagged down an eighth of them with matt preston. we actually broke down and bought mushrooms after we couldn't get a quarter of pot. the mushrooms were $60 a quater, it seems. i never expected them to actually be so dry. it was like eating a pizza crust that was several days old (not that i know what that's all about). we started our journey from canyon park to matt's house, in palo park.
we were tripping our asses off by the time we got to valmont and 19th. i suppose that it's a different name there, but it's basically valmont. we walk and toked the last of our weed between valmont and iris (in front of a parked cruiser). proceeding to matt's house, we encountered nude women in a swimming pool. that was totally erotic. it was like some porno, really. we were too shy to swim with them, even though they were very tempting. we just watched them. that's really the majority of what i can remember, besides that it was very much like taking LSD with malt liquor.
LSD is such a harsh ride, though. if you're doing enough, you become used to it, so you can really enjoy it. i don't think that most people do it enough--consistently, night after night. shit. i lost that train of thought. that's what happens when you're distracted by a phone call.
i just talked on the phone to an amazing girl. she's sort of giggly, but that's all right. that was ms. jessica from seattle. she managed to keep me on the phone so long that i killed the radio phone. she really has a lovely voice. she sort of reminds me of k.m. on the phone, but not enough to be upsetting. i really, really want to meet her now. this internet deal is too weird, considering that it was the downfall of my last real relationship. i really think that she'll be appalled by me in person, but i'm used to that. if only she knew that i'm a big fan of alt.binaries.erotica.pictures.redheads. i really couldn't tell at first, though, because her profile picture was of her wearing a hat, wearing sunglasses. she matched the 'rush' keyword search. who'd have thought that canadian prog rock would lead me to such a beautiful creature?
ross the boss wants to get up her way touring since "those kids need some cunt-ry." we're so NOT country, though. i'm interested to see how we go over live. i think that it'll go okay, since i fell in love with ross' music after playing a show with him. i think that winkleman added a cooler vibe than jason, man. jason's a way better player, though. ross says the matt was drunk all the time. i'll bet that we'd get along great. my one cogent coversation with matt: "dude. i'm a totally old school space rocker. we'll mix it up with a bunch of pedals...." that's better than i did with chris. that dude was fucked. "those guys at the circle k were joking around. i really like it when people joke around." this shit was unprompted. chris could definately play guitar like a lunatic, and in last man on the moon, he could play drums suficiently, but he needed to be medicated. i almost wish that i could have gotten a few more opportunities to chat with him. surely, he's not as fucked as i think that he is.
shit. 9 beers and counting. think that i should go to bed. got to become marketing man in 8 hours.
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