the denver newspaper agency must only hire stoners.



apparently, bright channel is going to get a write up. i don't think that he really wanted to hear from us.



fucker.



i'm not bitter about them getting written up--i can't think of a more deserving band.



it seems like this whole thing was a waste of time.



ross and i talked this afternoon about how pretentious it is to talk about your own music. or, really, to describe it.



our conclusion is that it's really an outlet for the stuff that society deems inappropriate (or at least this is my take on it)--rage, hatred, love--these sort of things. we're letting our emotions out for public display. music is very personal as a listener. i'm certain that people get different things out of a red cloud performance.



what's important, though is that either you get it, or you don't. we're not doing this for fans, it's just an outlet for all of our crap. we're successful because i know that more than one person gets it. and if you don't, go down to croc's on market street. you'll have a good time.



ross suggested that he come to a show, and he might get it. apparently, he isn't interested in SEEING a band. he said that he's out of town. i bet that he'll be in lodo with the rest of them.



i know a couple people that ought to have this joker's job.



shifting gears....



i started training elena today. if one more person comments on how "hot" she is, i might scream. she seems to have a good attitude and that's all that i care about.



meanwhile, back at the ranch, i'm having to do my new assignment, and train, and i'm not happy about that. i think that i've only had one day that was <11 hours in the last 2 weeks. i'm burning out fast.



ah--the doctor has arrived. now is the time on sprokets when we drink.