why am i the only one at work who doesn't giggle incessantly?



there must be something wrong with me.

tonight's the big SOB night at the tavern. i hung out with those guys last night. red cloud vs. i can lick any sob in the house billiards was pretty funny. jason and i weren't representin' the red cloud well.

ROCK AND ROLL



friday night we played with planes mistaken for stars. i wasn't too sure what to expect--us playing a hardcore show at a warehouse is a bizarre scene. the first band sucked--311 stickers?!? too funky fresh for me. the boys from the north atlantic materialized and played second. it was good to see them again. we played third.



i get bummed out about rock a lot. but, we must be doing something right. after we played is when the real fun materialized. one of our super fans asks me "hey--you wanna do some lines?" i said, "you're kidding, right?" i had no idea that this would ever happen to a little local band. you hear the stories about real rock stars and never think that it'll happen to you.



needless to say, the 10 beers i drank didn't do anything. cocaine is a wonderful thing.



sunday, i got my haircut by a beautiful blonde girl with glasses named heather.

i only killed one hermit crab. that's not too bad, is it? pet sitting this last week has been high maintenance. luckily i didn't burn the house down or something. i did mow the lawn--the psychedelic pattern reflects my drunk tractor driving skills.



tonight i have a big practice. it seems like we haven't played together in ages. actually, it's only been a week. all of the overdubs make it seem like longer.



i have a crush on my best friends girlfriend. i should listen to some cars today.



tony got married last week. yay, tony!



toby got married on saturday. yay, toby!



i'll never get married, i'm certain.



i saw the terminator on friday night. it wasn't as good as the first two, but it was fun.



vera is afraid of the car, and calls it unsafe. she's so wrong--she also thinks that ross has a sexy voice.

we're done.



well, for now anyway. everything went well. certain edits will be done, but everything is groovy.



two songs were cut because we just didn't have it together to do them. most of them changed a bit since we had a lot of stuff we wanted to try. now i'm a harmony singing mother fucker.



do do do.

last night i saw the worst excuse for "industrial" that i've ever seen. also, lame little girls in a "punk rock" band. by far the worst band of the night was the "we're from seattle" band that sounded like pearl jam too drunk to play stone temple pilots covers.



turbo lung fun commences on saturday.

i don't like this new template.

an action packed weekend.



thursday--headlining the climax sucked. missed changes. parking tickets. lame lame openers. i frightened guitar players with distorted chords that would make cliff proud. unfortunately, it also caused them to forget their parts. improvisation rocks!



friday night i was visited by the chief at andrews party. apparently, i was quite the party animal. i didn't lock myself in the bathroom this time--instead, i slept in a van. apparently, i was snoring loudly in the van during a long drive around denver. woke up with many new bruises (either i was dropped or fell out of the van), and a reputation for being a wild man. i'm glad that i don't do that often.



the chief left my body in a cloud of smoke and bile, saying, "i need 50 cents so that i can get to the treatment center in boulder. if you have a dollar, i could use a ham sandwich."



it's a good thing that the chief quit drinking orange juice and antifreeze.



saturday, i re-hydrated and rested. still mystified by the pickup truck. watched part of "the good the bad and the ugly". i wish that i had a fist full of dollars.



sunday, bought a volvo. walked the dog with no eyes. helped a drunk cowboy open a quart of busch. jerked off 8 times.



kerry is in town. this is good. he's all "are you ready to make a kick ass record?" i love his enthusiasm. he says about my rig "you'll be easy." that's the point, man.



whee! i'm going to sleep--big day tomorrow with registration, work lunacy, practice.

red hat updates are as insidious as windows updates.



tomorrow--the big rock show/pinball tourney



last night--chillin' with devendra banhart. he's the best to talk music with ever. willie is just the greatest.



work isn't getting me down as much as it was--i'm almost caught up. hee hee hee.



i am, however having these erotic dreams about the women in the office. that's whack. at least the gay stuff has subsided.



looks like i'm going to be driving a car soon. i hope that i don't burst into flames like some sort of vampiric pickup truck driver.



i figure it's a sexy vehicle because of the logo. either it'll scream out "i'm a man" or "i'm a martian".



probably more of a martian--feeling awfully alien in my body lately.



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