Depressed.
I think that this deal has blossomed into a depression/anxiety sort of thing. That 12-gauge is looking appealing, again. The drive to practice from Lakewood made me want to seriously do myself in.
I'm feeling completely tapped-out (cashed) for the creativity. It's getting to be agonizing to come up with something new as far as bass goes. With two bands in hard core writing mode, it's getting a bit arduous for me. I discovered a new trick tonight, though, and instead of listening to one guitarist and crafting my line based on that, I listened to what the other guy was doing and did a counter-harmony on that. It changed the song a lot more than I intended, though. Changing the fundamental is almost too much power to wield for me.
This bummed me out a lot; I want to disappear. Dude is building a database of front range bands and shit, so I guess that it's an admirable task, but just about impossible to keep up to date.
Today, I loaded 10,000 pounds of pine needles and cactus into my truck with the help of a couple of 17-year-olds (they REALLY impressed me, actually). Airborne cactus spikey things are currently infesting my epidermis, and making me miserable.
Tomorrow is 14 tons of gravel to deliver and spread in Mahoney's driveway. That's a lot of fucking gravel, but with my new dump truck, it ought to be easy work. The temporary tag expires on the 26th, so I need to get all of my gravel hauling done ASAP. We're selling the dump body and replacing it with an awesome compactor as soon as we finish shortening the New Jersey monster truck.
Tomorrow is also getting together with the RC to work out the set list and shit. I'm glad that fuckin' Ronny is so enthusiastic about this deal. That makes me feel like I'm doing good. I'm all about high-exposure gigs, if it means a string deal (that's the reason that I said yes).
The bass amps and speakers are not pleasing me at the moment. I caught the SWR 1x15" on fire a couple of nights ago. I picked up an Eminence replacement that's rated 600 watts at 8 ohms--this might be usable (shit, Tommy Shannon uses 'em). Go Kentucky! It's a nice nice speaker, for sure. The Booger is STILL in the shop. Dude is busy, and faster than Stubby, but shit, I'm miserable without that amp. Equipment nightmares are the worst kind.
Mostly, I'm FUCKING TIRED. People want stuff, and I deliver, and I'm miserable. Soon it will be over.
I'm feeling completely tapped-out (cashed) for the creativity. It's getting to be agonizing to come up with something new as far as bass goes. With two bands in hard core writing mode, it's getting a bit arduous for me. I discovered a new trick tonight, though, and instead of listening to one guitarist and crafting my line based on that, I listened to what the other guy was doing and did a counter-harmony on that. It changed the song a lot more than I intended, though. Changing the fundamental is almost too much power to wield for me.
This bummed me out a lot; I want to disappear. Dude is building a database of front range bands and shit, so I guess that it's an admirable task, but just about impossible to keep up to date.
Today, I loaded 10,000 pounds of pine needles and cactus into my truck with the help of a couple of 17-year-olds (they REALLY impressed me, actually). Airborne cactus spikey things are currently infesting my epidermis, and making me miserable.
Tomorrow is 14 tons of gravel to deliver and spread in Mahoney's driveway. That's a lot of fucking gravel, but with my new dump truck, it ought to be easy work. The temporary tag expires on the 26th, so I need to get all of my gravel hauling done ASAP. We're selling the dump body and replacing it with an awesome compactor as soon as we finish shortening the New Jersey monster truck.
Tomorrow is also getting together with the RC to work out the set list and shit. I'm glad that fuckin' Ronny is so enthusiastic about this deal. That makes me feel like I'm doing good. I'm all about high-exposure gigs, if it means a string deal (that's the reason that I said yes).
The bass amps and speakers are not pleasing me at the moment. I caught the SWR 1x15" on fire a couple of nights ago. I picked up an Eminence replacement that's rated 600 watts at 8 ohms--this might be usable (shit, Tommy Shannon uses 'em). Go Kentucky! It's a nice nice speaker, for sure. The Booger is STILL in the shop. Dude is busy, and faster than Stubby, but shit, I'm miserable without that amp. Equipment nightmares are the worst kind.
Mostly, I'm FUCKING TIRED. People want stuff, and I deliver, and I'm miserable. Soon it will be over.
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