stillifegaijin

another day, another dollar. it's sort of sad to think that i was paid for the work i did today yesterday...something about not getting paid sometime in the future for my time is disturbing. the fact that i was already paid doesn't help because that's the past and if anything has helped me survive the last couple months, it's realizing that the past is done and over and don't think about it.

ok. i picked up my acoustic with it's fabulous new pickup...i haven't actually plugged it in yet. distracted by the need to eat, start the whiskey flow and to converse with you, the SG, gods. but...i got the damn thing.

i played the music master and i'm still not sure wether or not to get it. everytime i'm trying out guitars in guitar shops i feel like a complete moron. i feel like everyone is judging wether i can play or not (which, technically, i can't)...and i don't tune well by ear...slowly...painfully...i'm a keyboard player...finally, i just become socially inept and have nothing to say when people ask me questions...i stumble over words...make excuses about being a keyboard player and then stumble out the door like an idiot. yuk.

so, i'm gonna make denver go check it out for me...

saw a great band last night...rhodeislandmusic...anyone in LA who digs shit like low, mazzy star, hope blister and most importantly the moon seven times should check them out. actually, we will hopefully play with them soon. damn fine stuff. very slow and melow and moody...so, if you just want to rock don't waste your time or more importantly their's.

so, saturday night and i'm not going out. i am planning to call erika and apologize for getting to frequency 7 so damn late last night that she bailed out...but it wasn't my fault. NOBODY can be held resposible for bands starting late...usually not even the bands.

this has been a coherant thought from the mind of jw. don't get used to it.