playing a set as a one-man-band is real real hard to do when you are drunk.
the show actually went swimmingly, however, i did have a little bit too much to drink just before going on, and i forgot some of the words to my first two songs, but it turned out ok.
i was really nervous though and i was apparently hitting the tambourine against my leg hard enough to leave a big purple bruise.
after the show my friend thom and i wandered around the bar. some girl told me that i looked shady.
i don't think i look shady. do i?
i ended up getting totally blitzed, i found some pieces of a plastic beer pitcher and i was nonchalantely lobbing them around the bar. i didn't get caught though.
i was talking to a girl, cause she said she liked my set, and then this big guy came over and drunkenly slurred that she could never be mine. and then he sort of eyed me up. it was really disconcerting.
my life is becoming this sort of hilariously depressing mish- mash of blows to my ego.
however, a videographer that i met there wants to use some of my music in some film he's making so i gave him my info, but i need business cards, if only to look cool. also i should be not so drunk when talking to people that i could potentially make music for.
the next day me and thom went hottubbing and drank from around noon until 2 am. we came back to my house and a bunch of people came over. i ended up breaking one of the windows in our living room because i shot a glade air-freshener at johnny with a hockey stick.
man, i want to play hockey.
our roommate made us play cranium. it's like living in a board-game related police-state. i kept on getting in trouble for not paying attention to the cards.
well, i think that is it.
oh yeah, and i am so jealous of thom. he got to go see gwar.
listening to him describe it broke my gwar-loving heart.
my entries are getting way too long.
the show actually went swimmingly, however, i did have a little bit too much to drink just before going on, and i forgot some of the words to my first two songs, but it turned out ok.
i was really nervous though and i was apparently hitting the tambourine against my leg hard enough to leave a big purple bruise.
after the show my friend thom and i wandered around the bar. some girl told me that i looked shady.
i don't think i look shady. do i?
i ended up getting totally blitzed, i found some pieces of a plastic beer pitcher and i was nonchalantely lobbing them around the bar. i didn't get caught though.
i was talking to a girl, cause she said she liked my set, and then this big guy came over and drunkenly slurred that she could never be mine. and then he sort of eyed me up. it was really disconcerting.
my life is becoming this sort of hilariously depressing mish- mash of blows to my ego.
however, a videographer that i met there wants to use some of my music in some film he's making so i gave him my info, but i need business cards, if only to look cool. also i should be not so drunk when talking to people that i could potentially make music for.
the next day me and thom went hottubbing and drank from around noon until 2 am. we came back to my house and a bunch of people came over. i ended up breaking one of the windows in our living room because i shot a glade air-freshener at johnny with a hockey stick.
man, i want to play hockey.
our roommate made us play cranium. it's like living in a board-game related police-state. i kept on getting in trouble for not paying attention to the cards.
well, i think that is it.
oh yeah, and i am so jealous of thom. he got to go see gwar.
listening to him describe it broke my gwar-loving heart.
my entries are getting way too long.
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ok.