king missile actually rocks?!? another epic post post-beverages.
i've recently stolen some king missile (because that sirius dj that i'm in love with played "detachable penis"). indeed that's really the only radio-worthy hit, and much of what i've stolen is somewhere between u.s. maple and jim morrison's poetry album. who is this "kramer" that is the producer guy? i immediately think of eddie kramer, who produced/recorded/effected hendrix et al. ha ha. "look at me, i'm philip glass" rocks.
anoyhow, it's pretty good shit.
tuesday night, the blueprint band had a drummer-free practice, which was weird. i think that we agreed on a telephone tree from here out (my lame-ass oganization skills at work), so that the burden of contacting us is not on the godfather (he's old and feeble-minded and stuff--hee hee).
thursday, we had the best rock practice we've ever had. everyone's finally loosening up, and playing with some emotion (and dynamics!!!!). it felt good. i have a slight crush on maia. it's totally dangerous, so this mention is as far as it will go. hopefully, no one is still reading this, or i might get in trouble. i really should maybe figure out what the deal is about that stuff, just so that i feel better. i hate to jepordize the band with something like this. i felt crummy about that bass-tard roomate, the tom murphy, having to endure our tempo angst on #3. the godfather proclaimed that he will bring the second guitar in at this point. it'll be refreshing to have someone else to play off of, as well as the vocals. maybe i'm totally crazy in my playing, but i really need to be presented with all the evidence, so to speak, before i'll feel cozy with extemporaneous thunderbrooming. with more players, i feel like i can play more notes.
now, the mogwai is rocking. young team has my favorite bass tone ever, and it's just basically loud as hell. "tracy" is the best ever ever, really (chord-ey and shit--fucking beautiful, really). that's one of two decent shows i saw at the bluebird. quasi was really good, too. thank you to the rabbi for dragging my feverish ass to that show. playing the 'bird suckeed. that was a huge stage, with a huge room , and spread out guitar players. i couldn't hear what was going on. i loved MY sound, though. my "the p.a. speakers are better than mine" theory held true. the mighty rylee confirmed that my sound was huge.
work is getting me down. i had my "annual" review, and, apparently, i'm not flexible enough. wtf? i'll do just about anything, even if it's only slighty legal. i hate them. really, i think that i'm totally flexible. when have i ever been rigid? i'm too worried about getting fired to be rigid.
i really wish that i could get a job doing something that i love, like being a studio bitch, or even cashiering at a music store. i ought to apply for some jobs that i'd dig. maybe doing sound at a club? that could be an interesting job, i suppose. i ought to see what the godfather thinks (although he's old and grisley, he'll be able to be objective. i love kurt, and i bet that he doesn't know it.)
it's not often that i really respect someone enough that i can say that without some weirdness.
i hope that no one reads this post, really. that is all.
anoyhow, it's pretty good shit.
tuesday night, the blueprint band had a drummer-free practice, which was weird. i think that we agreed on a telephone tree from here out (my lame-ass oganization skills at work), so that the burden of contacting us is not on the godfather (he's old and feeble-minded and stuff--hee hee).
thursday, we had the best rock practice we've ever had. everyone's finally loosening up, and playing with some emotion (and dynamics!!!!). it felt good. i have a slight crush on maia. it's totally dangerous, so this mention is as far as it will go. hopefully, no one is still reading this, or i might get in trouble. i really should maybe figure out what the deal is about that stuff, just so that i feel better. i hate to jepordize the band with something like this. i felt crummy about that bass-tard roomate, the tom murphy, having to endure our tempo angst on #3. the godfather proclaimed that he will bring the second guitar in at this point. it'll be refreshing to have someone else to play off of, as well as the vocals. maybe i'm totally crazy in my playing, but i really need to be presented with all the evidence, so to speak, before i'll feel cozy with extemporaneous thunderbrooming. with more players, i feel like i can play more notes.
now, the mogwai is rocking. young team has my favorite bass tone ever, and it's just basically loud as hell. "tracy" is the best ever ever, really (chord-ey and shit--fucking beautiful, really). that's one of two decent shows i saw at the bluebird. quasi was really good, too. thank you to the rabbi for dragging my feverish ass to that show. playing the 'bird suckeed. that was a huge stage, with a huge room , and spread out guitar players. i couldn't hear what was going on. i loved MY sound, though. my "the p.a. speakers are better than mine" theory held true. the mighty rylee confirmed that my sound was huge.
work is getting me down. i had my "annual" review, and, apparently, i'm not flexible enough. wtf? i'll do just about anything, even if it's only slighty legal. i hate them. really, i think that i'm totally flexible. when have i ever been rigid? i'm too worried about getting fired to be rigid.
i really wish that i could get a job doing something that i love, like being a studio bitch, or even cashiering at a music store. i ought to apply for some jobs that i'd dig. maybe doing sound at a club? that could be an interesting job, i suppose. i ought to see what the godfather thinks (although he's old and grisley, he'll be able to be objective. i love kurt, and i bet that he doesn't know it.)
it's not often that i really respect someone enough that i can say that without some weirdness.
i hope that no one reads this post, really. that is all.
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