Chucks and other woes (heavy--please don't read)
so, i've been becoming re-acquianted with my "roots," thanks to the soulseek. downloading tapes that got eaten by that damn kenwood deck in the chevy. lots and lots of the black metal (what the fuck is that anyway?!?). because chuck schuldiner and death were huge to me back in the day, i thought that i'd see what those guys were up to these days. spiritual healing is a truly heavy record. tune down to d, and anything sounds heavy. sabbath has them beat, though; c# because the guitarist doesn't have fingers rocks.
chuck schuldiner is dead. wow. he was sick, apparently. so, i had to find out why. i knew that he smoked (with a voice like that?!?) and used the drugs.
it appears that he had a brain stem tumor. fuck, man. and he couldn't have been that old. it really puts things into perspective. i figured that he'd had lung cancer. i feel guilty not re-purchasing his music. i'll have to do something to rectify that.
an amazing rock stick player, that's for sure.
speaking of which, matt called me tonight, and we're supposed to have a meeting of the bands tomorrow night. i don't know how i'll get my hands on a copy of the cd for them. maybe one of my band mates will help. i can always burn one, i suppose.
and chuck called me. he's actually really an okay guy. i let on that i was sorry that i haven't been coping well lately a couple of days ago via email. last week in bed felt so much better than dealing with anything, though. i've been going to pieces (like i did at paris) regularly. chuck has someone that he's going to refer me to. i can't believe that he understands. funny, how you meet people that will help you (or try), even if they hardly know you. i hope that this helps.
basically, i'm miserable all the time. i don't think that the job is helping this matter. however, i HAVE a job, and a great band (according to some people, anyway). i (for some reason) don't go out on 'dates' with girls that i'm interested in. i'm young (sort of--a confirmed gray hair this morning). i have friends, but...
i don't think that they get it.
shit, i don't get it. there's no rational reason for me to be on the verge of a breakdown all the time. maybe i ought to throw rational man in the lake.
stress?!? that's a weak excuse. i don't know, i'm seriously not having a hell of a good time, really, and i think that i should be. or, at least not a miserable time.
matt says that bob wants to come on the tour anyway. he might as well play drums for us. matt confirmed my suspicion that bob would be a good fit with us. if bob is down, we three dudes are voting for it.
on a lighter note, i've been playing along with the black metal and the grindcore, and i've decided that it's ridiculous to ever play with a pick again. so much slower than finger-style at this point. who'd have thunk?
chuck schuldiner is dead. wow. he was sick, apparently. so, i had to find out why. i knew that he smoked (with a voice like that?!?) and used the drugs.
it appears that he had a brain stem tumor. fuck, man. and he couldn't have been that old. it really puts things into perspective. i figured that he'd had lung cancer. i feel guilty not re-purchasing his music. i'll have to do something to rectify that.
an amazing rock stick player, that's for sure.
speaking of which, matt called me tonight, and we're supposed to have a meeting of the bands tomorrow night. i don't know how i'll get my hands on a copy of the cd for them. maybe one of my band mates will help. i can always burn one, i suppose.
and chuck called me. he's actually really an okay guy. i let on that i was sorry that i haven't been coping well lately a couple of days ago via email. last week in bed felt so much better than dealing with anything, though. i've been going to pieces (like i did at paris) regularly. chuck has someone that he's going to refer me to. i can't believe that he understands. funny, how you meet people that will help you (or try), even if they hardly know you. i hope that this helps.
basically, i'm miserable all the time. i don't think that the job is helping this matter. however, i HAVE a job, and a great band (according to some people, anyway). i (for some reason) don't go out on 'dates' with girls that i'm interested in. i'm young (sort of--a confirmed gray hair this morning). i have friends, but...
i don't think that they get it.
shit, i don't get it. there's no rational reason for me to be on the verge of a breakdown all the time. maybe i ought to throw rational man in the lake.
stress?!? that's a weak excuse. i don't know, i'm seriously not having a hell of a good time, really, and i think that i should be. or, at least not a miserable time.
matt says that bob wants to come on the tour anyway. he might as well play drums for us. matt confirmed my suspicion that bob would be a good fit with us. if bob is down, we three dudes are voting for it.
on a lighter note, i've been playing along with the black metal and the grindcore, and i've decided that it's ridiculous to ever play with a pick again. so much slower than finger-style at this point. who'd have thunk?
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