story time....
paper street played out last night at pats in the flats.....we had to be there by 8....the drummer got home from work at 7:45...so the guitarist and i rush over to his place to start loading up...as were loading i notice the drummer has nothing in his car ready to go and sits down to have some dinner and chat with his mom...so were loaded and hes still not ready....i get directions to the club and hes finally started loading...were on the road by 8:15...we take 271 to 480 to 77 to 490....we make the exit onto 490 and i look into the rearview mirror of my car just in enough time to see the drummer miss the exit....we pull off the road by the exit to west 7th street in hope that drummer might be able to turn around and catch up....we sat there for about 10 minutes before we decide that maybe JUST MAYBE he knows a different way to the club and didnt tell us...we head to the club and the only people we see there are bar staff and the other band and it turns out the two other bands we were supposed to play with cancelled..and our drummer is nowhere to be found....ten minutes later the guitarist gets a call from the drummer on his cell phone telling us hes out on 90 somewhere and he needs to know how to get here....we hand the bartender the phone in hopes that he can help because we have NO clue how to help him....so the bartnder gets him squared away and the drummer shows up about 20 minutes later....the first band *i should mention their name...charolastra..and theyre really fucking good...go see them* are already set up and as were waiting for the drummer we decide that since NO ONE IS HERE except for us...we should just set up behind them and alternate sets...they play a song and we play song....so we get set up and ready to go and eventually a few friends of charolastras showed up so we did play for a few other people....and the show ended up being one of the most fun things ive ever done....and what looked like impending disaster ended up being totally cool....sometimes you never now how shits gonna work out....
im an uncle now....its pretty cool....my nephew is absolutely adorable and i got some really good pictures of him when i saw him two weeks ago...and hes supposed to come over today and im looking forward to seeing him again....maybe ill toss up some pics later....
i made reference to something in my last journal entry that im still not ready to talk about....i guess its because its still an ongoing thing and i have absolutely no idea how the fuck its going to turn out....anyways....yeah....save it for another day...
playlist since last entry:
crowpath-red on chrome
premonitions of war-left in kowloon
boris-amplifier worship
isis-this is mosquito control
godflesh-hymns
anthrax-stomp 442
halo-body of light
harkonen-dancing
clutch-blast tyrant
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paper street played out last night at pats in the flats.....we had to be there by 8....the drummer got home from work at 7:45...so the guitarist and i rush over to his place to start loading up...as were loading i notice the drummer has nothing in his car ready to go and sits down to have some dinner and chat with his mom...so were loaded and hes still not ready....i get directions to the club and hes finally started loading...were on the road by 8:15...we take 271 to 480 to 77 to 490....we make the exit onto 490 and i look into the rearview mirror of my car just in enough time to see the drummer miss the exit....we pull off the road by the exit to west 7th street in hope that drummer might be able to turn around and catch up....we sat there for about 10 minutes before we decide that maybe JUST MAYBE he knows a different way to the club and didnt tell us...we head to the club and the only people we see there are bar staff and the other band and it turns out the two other bands we were supposed to play with cancelled..and our drummer is nowhere to be found....ten minutes later the guitarist gets a call from the drummer on his cell phone telling us hes out on 90 somewhere and he needs to know how to get here....we hand the bartender the phone in hopes that he can help because we have NO clue how to help him....so the bartnder gets him squared away and the drummer shows up about 20 minutes later....the first band *i should mention their name...charolastra..and theyre really fucking good...go see them* are already set up and as were waiting for the drummer we decide that since NO ONE IS HERE except for us...we should just set up behind them and alternate sets...they play a song and we play song....so we get set up and ready to go and eventually a few friends of charolastras showed up so we did play for a few other people....and the show ended up being one of the most fun things ive ever done....and what looked like impending disaster ended up being totally cool....sometimes you never now how shits gonna work out....
im an uncle now....its pretty cool....my nephew is absolutely adorable and i got some really good pictures of him when i saw him two weeks ago...and hes supposed to come over today and im looking forward to seeing him again....maybe ill toss up some pics later....
i made reference to something in my last journal entry that im still not ready to talk about....i guess its because its still an ongoing thing and i have absolutely no idea how the fuck its going to turn out....anyways....yeah....save it for another day...
playlist since last entry:
crowpath-red on chrome
premonitions of war-left in kowloon
boris-amplifier worship
isis-this is mosquito control
godflesh-hymns
anthrax-stomp 442
halo-body of light
harkonen-dancing
clutch-blast tyrant
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And newer Anthrax rules. Stomp 442 is the only John Bush album I don't own.