Been a while. I really haven't been checking my page too much, or spending much time online. In fact, I kind of swore against in for a while, in lieu of much free time to balance with work and an outside life.
Getting psyched for the two tours. Turns out we're only playing some of the first tour with Leftover Crack, but some is also with World Inferno, and I love playing with them- they're great to watch. I'm not really fond of the idea of being away for 6 weeks, though.
Things at work are getting out of hand. Music teachers are such whores- they want to use us, but they don't wanna give us time to really do it right or enjoy it. God I feel used.
There has been so much loss, too. Recently, we had a young child killed- struck by a falling tree while riding his bike. His family just moved here from Turkey. Before that, a mother of 4 awesome boys- three of whom were band students of mine- was killed in a car accident. Another child's house burnt completely out. Another staff member's nephew died....it's just one after another. Alright- enough depressing stuff for now. It's really crowded down here, and with more people comes more tragedy- but it doesn't make it any easier to take.
So- my next entry will be more smiley and up. Man, it's been a while. On an up-side, though, I'm feeling alright, I'm in great shape and I'm doing pretty damn well staying sane and calm. I just really wanna fucking break something nice sometimes.
Getting psyched for the two tours. Turns out we're only playing some of the first tour with Leftover Crack, but some is also with World Inferno, and I love playing with them- they're great to watch. I'm not really fond of the idea of being away for 6 weeks, though.
Things at work are getting out of hand. Music teachers are such whores- they want to use us, but they don't wanna give us time to really do it right or enjoy it. God I feel used.
There has been so much loss, too. Recently, we had a young child killed- struck by a falling tree while riding his bike. His family just moved here from Turkey. Before that, a mother of 4 awesome boys- three of whom were band students of mine- was killed in a car accident. Another child's house burnt completely out. Another staff member's nephew died....it's just one after another. Alright- enough depressing stuff for now. It's really crowded down here, and with more people comes more tragedy- but it doesn't make it any easier to take.
So- my next entry will be more smiley and up. Man, it's been a while. On an up-side, though, I'm feeling alright, I'm in great shape and I'm doing pretty damn well staying sane and calm. I just really wanna fucking break something nice sometimes.
Time for an update. Sheeeit. Had a break from teaching- played a quickie 5 day tour with red devil. Hit it big in Asheville- great town for crusty punks. We played two venues there. Had another kung fu test last night, after 5 days of being in a van....and I'd say I did pretty damn well.
Just kind of biding my time right now. When you tour with vegans and veggies, you eat so well. I actually ate better on the road. Came home and screwed all that up with some greasy pizza and a chicken ch-steak. Then ate greasy veagan Chinese food with the kung fu school. Paid for it all, too....dearly.
Looks like I'll be touring with Leftover Crack, drumming for my friend Erik, this summer. Then, when I get back from that, I'll be going right back out on the road with red devil. Gonna be a crazy summer. Not much of one- but as soon as the second tour's over, I'm goin to the damn beach.
Just kind of biding my time right now. When you tour with vegans and veggies, you eat so well. I actually ate better on the road. Came home and screwed all that up with some greasy pizza and a chicken ch-steak. Then ate greasy veagan Chinese food with the kung fu school. Paid for it all, too....dearly.
Looks like I'll be touring with Leftover Crack, drumming for my friend Erik, this summer. Then, when I get back from that, I'll be going right back out on the road with red devil. Gonna be a crazy summer. Not much of one- but as soon as the second tour's over, I'm goin to the damn beach.
Staying single, man- fuck it! I tried with this girl, Heather. She's really nice, and the first person in ages that's actually showed an interest....and pursued it. But, she's 20 and still in college, and quite a bit inexperienced in a lot of things. I didn't think all that would matter, but it really did. The more time we spent together, the more I just wanted to be her friend, and the more uncomfortable I got when she wanted a kiss or anything intimate. What really sucks is that I know how she feels, too, because I've been on the other end so many times. It sucks to be into someone and not have the feelings be mutual. But, I can't lie about not being attracted to someone that way. Anyway, we've talked about it and she doesn't hate me. There was no sex involved, thankfully. I know she's disappointed, but it's not like we're staying away from each other- we will still hang out (in public, of course, with other people around). I wish I could find someone with similar interests, who is also closer to my age, experienced, independent and responsible. It's hard- really hard. My plate's pretty full anyway.
Whew. Got that off my chest.
Last weekend, I played for 'Mischief Brew' and got to open, again, for World Inferno. It's always incredible opening for them, especially because all the same kids are really into Mischief Brew (mostly just Erik) and know all the words. This weekend, I played with Red Devil- MY main band- and opened for Stinking Lizaveta. If you don't know SL, they are an incredible instrumental trio from Philadelphia who've been playing for like 12 years. Yanni, the guitarist, also teaches at the Rock School- crazy ass Paul Green's rock school in Phila (check out the movie if you haven't seen it, it's insane.) After that gig, which I got home at 4 a.m., we played on WKDU Sunday night. Needless to say, I called in a sub today. Besides, our school concerts for the spring are coming in another week, so I'm ready to puke from exhaustion. In a district of 12,000, it's a big concert season.
So, I could be looking at two tours this summer- two different bands....not much of a summer. I'll never get my masters! I also realized that I haven't updated my favorite suicide girls. And you know what?? I'm not going to, HAHA! I don't feel the need to pick any favorites, because there are far too many beautiful and interesting women here. I cannot pick so many favorites.
If you haven't before, scroll down to the last journal and check out my MAIN band.
Whew. Got that off my chest.
Last weekend, I played for 'Mischief Brew' and got to open, again, for World Inferno. It's always incredible opening for them, especially because all the same kids are really into Mischief Brew (mostly just Erik) and know all the words. This weekend, I played with Red Devil- MY main band- and opened for Stinking Lizaveta. If you don't know SL, they are an incredible instrumental trio from Philadelphia who've been playing for like 12 years. Yanni, the guitarist, also teaches at the Rock School- crazy ass Paul Green's rock school in Phila (check out the movie if you haven't seen it, it's insane.) After that gig, which I got home at 4 a.m., we played on WKDU Sunday night. Needless to say, I called in a sub today. Besides, our school concerts for the spring are coming in another week, so I'm ready to puke from exhaustion. In a district of 12,000, it's a big concert season.
So, I could be looking at two tours this summer- two different bands....not much of a summer. I'll never get my masters! I also realized that I haven't updated my favorite suicide girls. And you know what?? I'm not going to, HAHA! I don't feel the need to pick any favorites, because there are far too many beautiful and interesting women here. I cannot pick so many favorites.
If you haven't before, scroll down to the last journal and check out my MAIN band.
Okay- I'm gonna give SG another try again.
I realize, I actually do have to check it periodically and do some reading. I usually do, but the visits are so few and far between I lose any quick connections I make. I'll do better- I promise this time.
Links to my band's page:
http://www.angelfire.com/punk5/reddevil/home
http://www.myspace.com/reddevilpa
The myspace page actually plays tunes. The band website also has a link to the myspace page.
enjoy
I realize, I actually do have to check it periodically and do some reading. I usually do, but the visits are so few and far between I lose any quick connections I make. I'll do better- I promise this time.
Links to my band's page:
http://www.angelfire.com/punk5/reddevil/home
http://www.myspace.com/reddevilpa
The myspace page actually plays tunes. The band website also has a link to the myspace page.
enjoy
This one's a short shout out for my kung fu buddy, joe. No. 1 Bodhisattva, dedicated like hell to the hard core, vegan, straight-edge. He was killed superbowl sunday, coming home from work on his bicycle. He left behind a wife and child. May he be reborn into an even greater path toward enlightenment.
bird flies
bird thrusts and lifts
bird feigns intrusion
you run you run you run you
run from this
fuel injected
catalyst combustion anger
bird rising
bird draws its talons wide
eyes sharp, heart wide
with razor sharp precision
bird came, bird flew
feel used, fuck you
run from this
fuel injected
house you call obliteration
this mouth is full
this mouth is full of nothing
this mouth is full
this mouth is full of nothing
fly, fly, sight, dive,
deflower, devour, fly away
fly away fly away fly away fly away
bird thrusts and lifts
bird feigns intrusion
you run you run you run you
run from this
fuel injected
catalyst combustion anger
bird rising
bird draws its talons wide
eyes sharp, heart wide
with razor sharp precision
bird came, bird flew
feel used, fuck you
run from this
fuel injected
house you call obliteration
this mouth is full
this mouth is full of nothing
this mouth is full
this mouth is full of nothing
fly, fly, sight, dive,
deflower, devour, fly away
fly away fly away fly away fly away
-This journal entry was originally an email to a friend of mine, but even if you don't know the names of the people or towns referred to, it doesn't matter. After reading over it to proofread it, it seemed to me like a perfect journal entry.
"It's amazing to know that you still have the ability to surprise yourself." Sometimes I go running back to my grandma (kulp)'s house, as that ignorant little kid giving himself in to the safe clutches of the snappy Italian grandma's home. Gen's house reminds me of that part of my life which has long been gone.
A close cousin from my mom's side, Carin, got married recently- but down south. So, she and her new husband had their party for the family tonight in West Chester. We all had a good time, and I danced with an un-believably attractive young woman that was a good friend of my cousin's. The night rolled on and the entertainer (one of my uncle's clients- my uncle owns a business that gives bands and performers promo packs and gigs) was a 'right off the boat' Italian. He played a lot of traditional Italian wedding stuff- sort of out of place, as this is the Lebanese side of my family, and it was in a Mexican restaurant. I watched this girl and her friend, and as the night went on, and started to think of- and miss (oh my)- Genevieve. I was also partly thinking of what high lives these nicely-shined, high priced girls must live, and my heart just felt like Darby instead of the Main Line. I couldn't stop feeling like I had an obligation that I really wanted to fulfill.
I was gonna ask my cousin what her and her friends were doing afterward, but instead, I made a timely exit before losing any possible shred of charm, and called Gen. Well- turns out her grandparents' hot water heater broke, and the guys never came to fix it. So, I went home (like 45 minute drive back toward the city)- got the silver necklace I bought for her- and went on a Walgreens/CVS spree at 10 pm to find space heaters or heating blankets for her and her grandparents (and she wanted wet wipes!). Well, I got frustrated at the first two stores and bought two ridiculously priced heating pads. BUT ALAS! I forgot there was a Walgreens on the way to her house. So... Closer to her house, I stopped at a Walgreens and BING! SPACE HEATERS!!! (for a nominal fee of 75 bucks, but...in this case, who's counting anymore?)
So....
I showed up at their place with a space heater, and two ridiculously small heating pads (i thought they were bigger- but no one was interested anyway). They totally appreciated the space heater, and when her grandparents went to bed, Genevieve and I laid on the couch and watched horror movies. We made out a lot, but no actual sex was involved. We both felt like we were 16 again, and it was great- and I actually think maybe there is something there after all.
The space heater is staying, and I refuse to spill to them what I paid for it- sometimes, ya gotta feel like ya did your deed, you know? But, the heating pads were ridiculously expensive, and they are unused. I still have the receipt, so I'm hoping CVS will take them back. After all, I did end up spending a total of like 180 bucks. Hopefully CVS will take them back.
"It's amazing to know that you still have the ability to surprise yourself." Sometimes I go running back to my grandma (kulp)'s house, as that ignorant little kid giving himself in to the safe clutches of the snappy Italian grandma's home. Gen's house reminds me of that part of my life which has long been gone.
A close cousin from my mom's side, Carin, got married recently- but down south. So, she and her new husband had their party for the family tonight in West Chester. We all had a good time, and I danced with an un-believably attractive young woman that was a good friend of my cousin's. The night rolled on and the entertainer (one of my uncle's clients- my uncle owns a business that gives bands and performers promo packs and gigs) was a 'right off the boat' Italian. He played a lot of traditional Italian wedding stuff- sort of out of place, as this is the Lebanese side of my family, and it was in a Mexican restaurant. I watched this girl and her friend, and as the night went on, and started to think of- and miss (oh my)- Genevieve. I was also partly thinking of what high lives these nicely-shined, high priced girls must live, and my heart just felt like Darby instead of the Main Line. I couldn't stop feeling like I had an obligation that I really wanted to fulfill.
I was gonna ask my cousin what her and her friends were doing afterward, but instead, I made a timely exit before losing any possible shred of charm, and called Gen. Well- turns out her grandparents' hot water heater broke, and the guys never came to fix it. So, I went home (like 45 minute drive back toward the city)- got the silver necklace I bought for her- and went on a Walgreens/CVS spree at 10 pm to find space heaters or heating blankets for her and her grandparents (and she wanted wet wipes!). Well, I got frustrated at the first two stores and bought two ridiculously priced heating pads. BUT ALAS! I forgot there was a Walgreens on the way to her house. So... Closer to her house, I stopped at a Walgreens and BING! SPACE HEATERS!!! (for a nominal fee of 75 bucks, but...in this case, who's counting anymore?)
So....
I showed up at their place with a space heater, and two ridiculously small heating pads (i thought they were bigger- but no one was interested anyway). They totally appreciated the space heater, and when her grandparents went to bed, Genevieve and I laid on the couch and watched horror movies. We made out a lot, but no actual sex was involved. We both felt like we were 16 again, and it was great- and I actually think maybe there is something there after all.
The space heater is staying, and I refuse to spill to them what I paid for it- sometimes, ya gotta feel like ya did your deed, you know? But, the heating pads were ridiculously expensive, and they are unused. I still have the receipt, so I'm hoping CVS will take them back. After all, I did end up spending a total of like 180 bucks. Hopefully CVS will take them back.
ho hum. i'm a dork, i'm a dork, i'm a dork, i'm dork, i'm a dork. somehow, if you say it five times, it just feels better. and maybe i'll go in on a digital camera for the holidays so i can get some new fuggin pictures up here. i don't actually look like any of these pictures. at least, i like to feel like i don't.
