Oh man...
So I just got this big, great e-mail about how everyone in Santa Cruz hates me. Now, I tend to live in reality where things like this don't normally affect me, but I'd like to clarify a few issues so I can put this shit behind me,
About the band I supposedly screwed over: leaving me voicemails that I couldn't pick up until I was back in California wasn't much of a help. I had my financial folks call Albini and Novotny at Electrical Audio to see if the album could be pushed back a couple months until my money was out of arbitration (because, as luck would have it, I'm being sued by my own family.) And you know what their response was? A big fat nothing. Plus, I'm not going to overdo it on a band that spent more time breaking up and flaking out than they ever did recording. (Not Marcello, though. I love Marci no matter what he thinks of me now.)
As for my housemates, feel free to spend as much time as you want talking shit about me. If it weren't for Todd and me, you would have fucking starved last year. I also had to put up with your endless mediocre music and public use of all of my stuff. If you want to complain about money, go ahead. I have all of the cancelled checks and money order stubs to prove that you folks not only ended up with 800 dollars extra, you also ended up with my deposit and a good portion of my stuff. I don't want any of it back if you enjoy it...
I think a lot of the resentment of me is founded in really hilarious self-pity. Calling my mom to ask her for more money was at first maddening as hell, but I realize that you're pretty much a champion at asking parents to pay for shit, so more power to you. I'm sure that will get you really far when you turn 30 and all you have to show for it is a stack of crappy mall pop and a killer habit, bro.
If a bunch of pseudo-hipsters with their boring post-emo realization that rock 'n roll is where it's at think that I'm lame and that I "let the scene down" I think that's TOTALLY AWESOME! I'm glad that I still have that much power over people...enough power to encourage shit talking long after my absence.
You could never do what I have done. I'm a chubby, alcoholic lunatic. But you know what? I made that work for me and it bothered the hell out of you people. I came from fucking poverty to enter your boring little social circle enough to turn enough heads and piss people off. If you ask me, that's an accomplishment.
My future looks great right now. I saw America and Mexico again. I lost 30 lbs. I got my teeth fixed to a pearly sheen, and I will still fuck up a party at a moment's notice. I have a pretty damn good job and I really don't have any regrets. The people I love know that I love them. (Adam, Thistle, and Donovan included.)
Therefore, SC, if you can't deal, that's your problem now.
So I just got this big, great e-mail about how everyone in Santa Cruz hates me. Now, I tend to live in reality where things like this don't normally affect me, but I'd like to clarify a few issues so I can put this shit behind me,
About the band I supposedly screwed over: leaving me voicemails that I couldn't pick up until I was back in California wasn't much of a help. I had my financial folks call Albini and Novotny at Electrical Audio to see if the album could be pushed back a couple months until my money was out of arbitration (because, as luck would have it, I'm being sued by my own family.) And you know what their response was? A big fat nothing. Plus, I'm not going to overdo it on a band that spent more time breaking up and flaking out than they ever did recording. (Not Marcello, though. I love Marci no matter what he thinks of me now.)
As for my housemates, feel free to spend as much time as you want talking shit about me. If it weren't for Todd and me, you would have fucking starved last year. I also had to put up with your endless mediocre music and public use of all of my stuff. If you want to complain about money, go ahead. I have all of the cancelled checks and money order stubs to prove that you folks not only ended up with 800 dollars extra, you also ended up with my deposit and a good portion of my stuff. I don't want any of it back if you enjoy it...
I think a lot of the resentment of me is founded in really hilarious self-pity. Calling my mom to ask her for more money was at first maddening as hell, but I realize that you're pretty much a champion at asking parents to pay for shit, so more power to you. I'm sure that will get you really far when you turn 30 and all you have to show for it is a stack of crappy mall pop and a killer habit, bro.
If a bunch of pseudo-hipsters with their boring post-emo realization that rock 'n roll is where it's at think that I'm lame and that I "let the scene down" I think that's TOTALLY AWESOME! I'm glad that I still have that much power over people...enough power to encourage shit talking long after my absence.
You could never do what I have done. I'm a chubby, alcoholic lunatic. But you know what? I made that work for me and it bothered the hell out of you people. I came from fucking poverty to enter your boring little social circle enough to turn enough heads and piss people off. If you ask me, that's an accomplishment.
My future looks great right now. I saw America and Mexico again. I lost 30 lbs. I got my teeth fixed to a pearly sheen, and I will still fuck up a party at a moment's notice. I have a pretty damn good job and I really don't have any regrets. The people I love know that I love them. (Adam, Thistle, and Donovan included.)
Therefore, SC, if you can't deal, that's your problem now.
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