I have no money until Friday, and here I am, scanning Interpunk, Relapse, and various other webstores for more records mere days after getting my order of out-of-print stuff from the US. I'm sick - sick and completely addicted.
Last night was fun, and a bit of an eyeopener - 299 actually doesn't suck. After a bit of a slow start to the evening and waiting too late to go to MSBI/Minus Life (sorry 'bout that, boys), my group and I ended up there. The amount of people I knew in there was scary - old friends from high school, people I'd done uni courses with, ex-bandmates that I thought wanted me dead but instead were extremely friendly... it was really, really cool. Other than having one of my housemate's one night stands harassing me all night and into the morning and having a bandmate have an hour-long, alcohol-fuelled cry/bitchfest/soliloquy about how much his life sucks right before I was set to go to sleep, it was an awesome time out. Oh, and a certain member of Western Decay fell asleep in my lap three times. I know you're jealous. Now, I'm sitting here, nursing a sore throat from screaming along to countless songs, just like I was two weeks ago. Too much fun.
Oh, and interesting new developments w/ Premature Birth Defect - a guy that's moving into our singer's house wants to try out on bass if I make the move to guitar. Better keep working on my tremolo picking, I've got some big shoes to fill.
There's a party happening at mine next Saturday the 7th. I'l give additional info to some by way of message upon request instead of posting it publicly, because I'm already worried about us having too many people coming - apparently word has spread through teh intarwebz (read: MySpace) like wildfire and people we don't even know are talking about it. So yeah, drop me a line for the details if you wanna come along and party with a shitload of drunken metalheads and other assorted beautiful misfits.
Oh, and here's a quote I'd like to preserve, simply because it feels like a keeper.
Me: "Don't work yourself up about all this. You get depressed when you drink."
Him: "You get depressed when you wake up."
Why is it that the gift of art is often given at the expense of social skills and functionality? Something to think about, kids.
Last night was fun, and a bit of an eyeopener - 299 actually doesn't suck. After a bit of a slow start to the evening and waiting too late to go to MSBI/Minus Life (sorry 'bout that, boys), my group and I ended up there. The amount of people I knew in there was scary - old friends from high school, people I'd done uni courses with, ex-bandmates that I thought wanted me dead but instead were extremely friendly... it was really, really cool. Other than having one of my housemate's one night stands harassing me all night and into the morning and having a bandmate have an hour-long, alcohol-fuelled cry/bitchfest/soliloquy about how much his life sucks right before I was set to go to sleep, it was an awesome time out. Oh, and a certain member of Western Decay fell asleep in my lap three times. I know you're jealous. Now, I'm sitting here, nursing a sore throat from screaming along to countless songs, just like I was two weeks ago. Too much fun.
Oh, and interesting new developments w/ Premature Birth Defect - a guy that's moving into our singer's house wants to try out on bass if I make the move to guitar. Better keep working on my tremolo picking, I've got some big shoes to fill.
There's a party happening at mine next Saturday the 7th. I'l give additional info to some by way of message upon request instead of posting it publicly, because I'm already worried about us having too many people coming - apparently word has spread through teh intarwebz (read: MySpace) like wildfire and people we don't even know are talking about it. So yeah, drop me a line for the details if you wanna come along and party with a shitload of drunken metalheads and other assorted beautiful misfits.
Oh, and here's a quote I'd like to preserve, simply because it feels like a keeper.
Me: "Don't work yourself up about all this. You get depressed when you drink."
Him: "You get depressed when you wake up."
Why is it that the gift of art is often given at the expense of social skills and functionality? Something to think about, kids.
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That was my friend to me after yet another one of my rage filled monologues.
Wrote an 80s hair metal song in a stupor last night; Love Boat on the River Styx