I'm afraid.
Nai's sick. Fucking AGAIN. She has been non-commital to this gig all week long, but I think I am at the point where I have talked her in to being OK with it. I'm not OK with it. In recent memory, there has been something about every gig that she has had a problem with. I understand that she's sick. And maybe I'm not being very compassionate. But it happens every-single-time. It's not like you need your throat to sing. God!
So if it happens, and at this point it is (and it would not only be very unprofessional to pull out, but somewhat of a career suicide to anyone else wanting to book us ever again - small town!), Todd and I will be sharing major backup vocal duties to try and take some of the load off Naomi. Two days ago I was considering trying to sing the whole gig myself, or to find a replacement for the gig. Then I was worried that if we did find a fill-in, that we would like her more than Nai. It is a very distinct possibility.
I just feel that shit like this continues to happen and that our opportunities are drying up. And I'm getting sick of all the fucking around, to the point where quitting the band would be on the cards. It would probably be the last straw, and aside from money, I'd have no other reason to stay here.
Besides the fact that we have a potential bass player watching us play tonight.
Well I'm off to learn all the words to these songs in the event that mid performance, I become lead vocalist. Scary. My excitement is now shared with fear and anger. Don't cry for me Argentina. The truth is I never left you.
Oh, yeah, and we're through to the final 16. Fuck YEAH. Fuck you Kalec. Fuck you Viduka - shoot the damn ball! Fuck Srna, fuck Olic. And fuck that referee. Fuck him up his stupid ass.
Update: Fuck band. Fuck Nai. Fuck everything. I'm out. I quit.
Nai's sick. Fucking AGAIN. She has been non-commital to this gig all week long, but I think I am at the point where I have talked her in to being OK with it. I'm not OK with it. In recent memory, there has been something about every gig that she has had a problem with. I understand that she's sick. And maybe I'm not being very compassionate. But it happens every-single-time. It's not like you need your throat to sing. God!
So if it happens, and at this point it is (and it would not only be very unprofessional to pull out, but somewhat of a career suicide to anyone else wanting to book us ever again - small town!), Todd and I will be sharing major backup vocal duties to try and take some of the load off Naomi. Two days ago I was considering trying to sing the whole gig myself, or to find a replacement for the gig. Then I was worried that if we did find a fill-in, that we would like her more than Nai. It is a very distinct possibility.
I just feel that shit like this continues to happen and that our opportunities are drying up. And I'm getting sick of all the fucking around, to the point where quitting the band would be on the cards. It would probably be the last straw, and aside from money, I'd have no other reason to stay here.
Besides the fact that we have a potential bass player watching us play tonight.
Well I'm off to learn all the words to these songs in the event that mid performance, I become lead vocalist. Scary. My excitement is now shared with fear and anger. Don't cry for me Argentina. The truth is I never left you.
Oh, yeah, and we're through to the final 16. Fuck YEAH. Fuck you Kalec. Fuck you Viduka - shoot the damn ball! Fuck Srna, fuck Olic. And fuck that referee. Fuck him up his stupid ass.
Update: Fuck band. Fuck Nai. Fuck everything. I'm out. I quit.
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i saw a similar write up on that lateralus thing a while back.. fuck those mathematical geniuses.. think i might just kick out some jams mars volta style and hit record on the tape deck