Crackin' Up

When I read about this today, I totally went to pieces. I think that I was happy, which I am--that was my favorite show from last year (I had a huge stupid grin on my face for the entire set). I hope that the record doesn't turn disappointing on me.

As for the tickle me emo stuff, I'm counting on practice Friday (COJ) and recording on Sunday (BLC) to help pull me out of this very terrible funk that I've been experiencing for the last few weeks. I just about cut a finger off again today, so this is all going to be interesting.

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Now playing: Smog - Prince Alone In The Studio

When Pigs Fly.

This swine flu deal has me totally upset because I've been having respiratory crud for several days. The show was agonizing because A and I both were feeling rather sinusey. It's probably just the same rampant allergies that everyone has been battling this spring. Even so, I feel like it's my duty to go to the mall or the movies and 'infect' as many people as possible.

Lately, I've been having a lot of dreams about SA, but the pollen that comes down from the hill country is a deal-breaker there, so if I do decide to move, I'd better get some allergy shots, or some ORNADE (even though that stuff wastes me for about eight hours). Zyrtec and Claratin don't seem to work for me, so I've been old-school and hitting the Benadryl pretty hard for the last couple of weeks. I'm just glad that I haven't been pulled over, because I'm really stoned while taking the 'dryl.

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Now playing: Pink Floyd - Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Maximum R&B (epic narrative of my weekend)

Since Wednesday, it's been non-stop, my droogs. I'm fucking burnt out, seriously.

Wednesday was the OC photos. I'm not so into getting photographed, but Laurie seems to be pretty cool. I think that I screwed up my neck posing.

Thursday night was Bad Luck City's big bad tour to Fort Collins, where we played with Badman (who are awesome). The 'tape' of the show sounds amazing as far as the band goes. The vocals sounded shitty, though. I had fun.

Friday was a fucking painful day at work. I'm glad that I don't do that shit every day. It was a special occasion.

Friday night was the baddest show in town: Reverend Deadeye (who's learnt hisself some tricks on the road), The Omens, Badman (killer set), and us. The Larimer Lounge has two blown monitors at the moment: stage right and the drum monitor. Uncool.

Saturday was picking up Mesa number two at the shop. Next, I killed some time with LRC (I wanted to buy her lunch but she had other plans). Then, it was off to the BLS band rehearsal. We're going to pull this shit off. Live music needs a little danger to be exciting to play (I think that Steve Harris said something like that once). I went home and got myself drunk (finally).

Sunday was agonizing over rehearsal tapes and then delivering 'em to BLS. Then I went to LRC's where French toast was waiting for me (with a couple pounds of bacon). Killer. We screwed around and went to the rock-stick-mega-haus because I needed another rack case for numero dos. We ate chinese food and watched Clue (I hadn't seen it through--just bits). I passed out and got a nice little nap before going to rehearsal again. We rocked.

I'm fucking tired.

Lost And Found and lost again

Been a lot foggy lately, my friends. Running red lights...stopping at green ones..."losing" important documents. Essentially, I feel high, however, that is not the case. It's like someone is putting depakote in the water supply (supposed to be on 1,500 mg a day). Really miserable. I believe that this numb feeling is a stress-related deal. I've got the "I'm stressed out" rash, again (third time since I was 17). I seem to be dealing fairly well this time.

I probably require a vacation and some weed.

This weekend was restorative, though. My pets are feeling lonely, for sure, but those little assholes have been getting on my nerves. I'm feeling better about the girl after moving in for a few days. We made it out to a show (saw a lot of pals). I had "lost" my driver license. The fucking patriot act means that I can't make a deposit at the bank without one (fuckers). The state of Colorado doesn't accept my birth certificate as valid (although I was born in a U.S. military hospital in country). It's a two-day hassle to get another license. Fuckers.

Practice with BLC was instrumentalists and missing a bass player (put me on the spot without a net). I'm still feeling things out, for sure. My "menacing" tone might not work for this band. I'll try something different for the next practice. If I get the dynamics right, I think that it's doable, though. That's a reasonable goal, right? It's proving to be difficult to adjust to a much quieter band (on 2, the practice rig is far too much--The OC goes to 11). I think that they would've said something if I had been really obscene. They're used to a subliminal bass player, which isn't what I've been doing lately. Andrew did clue me into a decrescendo that I totally did wrong. Thanks, dude--I got it now. It's all going to work out with a little practice. One month until the debut of the unfuckwithable new lineup. Fingers crossed.

I found the MIA license in a truck that I drove a week ago today. Excellent.

Later, I got a bad phone call with another cancer scare. Why is it that everyone I really care about is having these fucking issues?!? Meanwhile, back in my crotch, the "lymphoma" seems to have cured itself sans medical intervention. Whoot.

I'm probably dying. Whoot.

Shattered, Friends

The Over Casters' song-writter/singer 'o doom/guitarist almighty, Kaptain K, has sustained serious injuries from a fall. If y'all know Kurt, give him a call/text/photo o' support.

I'll be in serious trouble because of that ghost photo that i took at last year's SP festival.

Also, it appears that our 'real' debut will be delayed because of his injuries. I'm not heart-broken about this development. I just want my friend to heel (I'm horrible), really. He's one of a handful of people that I love.