contradiction

Well, it's like this, dawg...

Haha...this unpacking thing sucks ass. I am super bored. I am getting rid of so much shit. Why did I have this stuff in the first place?

I want to work so bad I can taste it. The music is calling me. I was meeting with my manager yesterday, and he says that my new stuff is great. He also says dad (aka producer of all of Kiss's albums) really likes my voice a lot, thinks it is definitely fresh, and that I sound like the perfect mix between highly emotional and accurate/well trained/good singer. I was super excited about that. I am the piss in Jack's khakis.

Also, I am looking at working with some STELLAR people on this album...I won't say who just yet, but one of them is my alltime musical hero and the man I once thought would bear my love children, and one is in a hugely popular oldschool noise-electronic band. Also, Rion Vernon is really going to do a pin-up cartoon of me - talked to him yesterday. Damn. I am still broke but life is good.

We sawSuspect Zero the other day. Cool thing - we are friends with Ed Dames, the guy who did the consulting re: the remote viewing thing. He was the guy who did it for real. How odd is that? Damn, between Angel and I, we know a lot of cool fucking people.

You guys are the coolest though.

My thought for the day: Thinking hurts.

My listening pleasure: Billy Joel, Psytrance I-Radio, and Chopin. No really. One right after the other. In that order.

Wearing: baggy army green cargo pants and a tank top that is a M (too big). I need to change since I am going out in pub-LIC.

Wish: My Nord. Money. Working on music. Done with this bullshit. A 6-pack of the alcoholic variety.