the cd release has been moved up because of distro concerns. lovely how that works. we need to get our act together. so much to do, it seems.



i've been lurking on SXSW.com, to get that shit done ASAP. it would be nice to be able to send a real cd with it, so hopefully, we can get those pressed soon soon soon.



work is a nightmare. i like what i'm doing a lot more, but certain people aren't getting that fixing their fuck ups ain't my problem. i have my own now.



the man is getting me down with his red lights again.



i'm fully on the ephidrine again. it's really hopeless to try to stop without a do-nothing vacation. i require performance enhancing drugs, even if i risk a heart attack. if i only knew someone who'd give me some dexadrine, i'd be stylin'. i could give up eating and the difficulties associated with the GI tract altogether.



ack. it's off to the laundrymat (laundramat?--fuck it. i believe that it's laundromat). more time-wasting fun.



i got a (L) smiley today. i didn't have my smileys turned on, so i didn't know what it meant. i've been getting (L)s and (K)s lately. i'm not a smiley-oriented person, i suppose. it made me smile after my intensive smiley research effort.

i've been up for a while now, attempting to get all of the shows up there. still need to update the past show page--looks like friday night was something like number 66. the cloud has 7 shows in september. ross has those 2 solo ones that i need to get up there for consistency.



busy busy busy.



bad luck city's mike only wants to play out every six months or so. that wouldn't feel like a band to me. to each their own, i suppose. it wouldn't jive with our plan for world domination. if a band is persistant, eventually, people will give in to the power of the dark side.



more like the power of the back side. power of the brown eye?

this is post number 501. that's got to be a record.



i talked with iann ad nauseum tonight. i kicked out some shit that my friends don't know.



i think that the cloud could do a smothered hope cover. it's a two chord deal, so entirely doable. nevermind that 3/4 of the band probably hasn't heard (listened to) remission.

my mother called and apparently she's scored a nursing home job. one of her patients is a 400# retarded guy with a hairlip and a yeast infection in his skin folds.



that's appetizing.



all the record stores had flyers. no big deal. i talked to greg, and bad luck city isn't dead. i'm glad about that.



my new marketing plan is to utilize the batmobile as a mobile flyer. i think that it's brilliant. i need to not drive like an asshole, and park in conspicuous locations.

i'm a lazy ass.



today, i slept way too late. i commenced my flyer expedition without tape. it seems silly to buy more tape, since everytime i do this, i wind up purchasing more tape.



tomorrow, i'll try again.



they're nice looking, though.



last night's show was pretty decent. i'm pleased, at least. porlolo was unbelieveable. i reiterated that it either of them are ever looking for a bass player, to keep me in mind. erin said "really?" don't know if they are, or what.



there was some weirdness, though. more on that at a later time, maybe.



i like george and caplin's music a lot, but live it's sort of weird. their stuff doesn't have that harsh edge to it, which is cool. i like the fucked up speak and spell. i've always thought that electronic stuff is hard to pull off live, unless you've got theatrics (skinny puppy) or a gay frontman that can't dance (gahan). they're into what their doing, and genuinely nice fellows.



kurt is the man. he made everyone sound great. i need to start tipping sound men, especially kurt and xandy. they rock.



rick bayless has inspired me to cook.

i've been listening to yoshimi battles the pink robots. this is quite a record.



i did my very first spcc plan yesterday. today, i get it reviewed. hopefully, i did alright. it's not like you get to practice these things before you get to do them.

The Facility will be in conformance with all applicable requirements specified in 40 CFR 112.7 and 112.8 once the required improvements listed in Section 6 are implemented. There are no situations of non-conformance that require alternate methods to achieve equivalent environmental protection.

ain't that hilarious?

i am convinced that the man is trying to get me down. he's opressing me with red lights.



i got fucked into staying late at work, because the morons in california didn't budget their time correctly.



i'm too tired for this shit.



i think that i'm going to bed after i polish this bourbon off. there's like one drink left. yay!

i'm still reeling from the sunday show, too, my droogs. the last night solo was especially incredible. even better than the kvcu version (which is firey as hell) because heller didn't unplug.

i'm back and mad as hell.



not really. g.i. is a pretty standard small town. there's hundreds of them just like that in TX. i did site inspections for the chevrolet dealer and the ford dealer. i got lots of help at the chevy dealer, but i did the ford dealer all by myself.



ken said that i did great. it's cool when a big wig is shadowing you and paying for the outing. i think that i only spent $60 or something for the whole expedition.



i still think that those spotlights are looking for the enemy bombers over grand island.



everyone was really cool, though.



i saw a beautiful storm north of i-80 last night.



turns out that ken is totally into lightning storms too. we almost drove off the road many times, because we were literally thunderstruck.



since he's my new boss, i'm glad that i got to spend 10 hours in a mustang going 90 with him. actually, he's much cooler than i thought. i was stunned after listening to his smooth jazz, that i'd be able to rock the johnny cash, and this dude would be able to sing along. he did the carter family, hank, willie, and stanley brothers, too. not just the hits. turns out that this totally square mother fucker is a monster music fan. his wife is apparently a monster on the piano, and learning bluegrass banjo. his kids do guitar, trumpet, flute, and tenor/alto sax. two middle school boy scouts. i think that ken is okay now. i'm bothered that i thought that he was crazy last week.



he's a demanding dude to work for, but also cooler than tony, who is retiring (put on big frownie face). tony is the best boss i've ever had.

so, jon is like "you do know who SPOT is, right?"



i didn't.



i didn't realize that i love those records. i typically don't recognize producer's names, unless i totally worship them.

the blogger didn't eat the post from this morning. cool.



we had a classic redemption show today. it was pretty much perfect.



crazy applause. home-made red cloud t-shirt wearing groupies. beer. burgers. jello biafra. slim cessna.



the best part was the red cloud shoes. picture platforms with a red feather boa cannabalized and glued to them.



i dug those the most. groupies and oral sex just sounded like a bad idea to me--maybe next time.



i have a hard enough time when people are willing to pay us. sexing us is even more weird, i think.



erich says that we ought to start (mis) behaving like led zeppelin.



erich is the king of the rockies. check this shit out--i doubt that the results are up yet. now, he needs sponsors.



damn. those boulder fuckers still haven't updated this site, so i don't know if he won that series too.



my brother is a mountain bike racing fiend.

last night's set was one of our worst ever. the first two new numbers went really well, considering that they were written on thursday. children was shakey. then, the guitars started breaking. firey eyes was totally amped up and fast.



i think that it would've been a good set, songwise, but the malfunctioning guitars rattled us a bit.



it's like danzig's quote on one of my misfits bootlegs: "fucking guitars, that don't make 'em like they used to."



real gems from glen danzig.



of course, this is the same show that has "we'll do that one later when our bass is on." unfortunately the bass was the majority of their sound, and drums and vocals just sound weird on most misfits songs.

This flyer fucking rocks!

i'm totally jazzed to rock tonight.



i tried napping, but that's just not going to happen.



thus...



Napping, it's not working.



i only hope that the tuning fairies visit us, and that the drum hardware gnomes don't hide anything.



i'm so looking forward to the ballad of mark allen rodgers. i hope that everyone else digs it as much as i do.

monday afternoon, it's off to grand fuckin' island for two days, broadies.!



now, i get to travel for work. i get to see cool places like north platte, cheyenne, knolls utah, sedalia mo, kalamath falls, and of course, grand fuckin' island.



the worst part of this is that i get to drive with this canadian tourette's symdrome guy. it will be interesting.



the 9/12 show isn't working out as planned, because of TSOL at the climax. the worm doesn't want to miss that, and i really don't blame him. perhaps we should take sunday off. i bet ross would appreciate that.



i don't know how i'm going to explain this to the out on bail folks.

This guy has a really odd way of talking.

The Saturn Mothership

During the middle two hours of the program, author Riley Martin discussed his experiences aboard a mothership near Saturn and his interactions with an alien race called the Biaviians. He said the recent photos taken by the Cassini spacecraft of a brightly illuminated object above Saturn show the alien mothership he visited on at least two occasions.



Martin's story began in Northeastern Arkansas in 1953 when, according to him, he saw lights in the sky above the St. Francis River. Martin claims to have heard voices calling him to the river one night, where he witnessed two beings descending from a spaceship. The aliens, called Tan and Nela, brought Martin aboard their craft and took him to a mothership orbiting near Saturn. Martin described the mothership as 40 km (28 mi) across with three distinct sections and powered by "hydrogen-fed fusion cores."



Martin said the Biaviian civilization is located 450 light years from earth, but the aliens can travel that distance in a mere 4 1/2 years. According to Martin, members of the Biaviian race stands about 4-feet high with large heads, oval-shaped eyes and skin colors ranging from olive black to chalk white. They have elongated arms and four-fingered hands extending almost to the knee. Martin said that tens of thousands of them lived and worked on the mothership, and they all communicate telepathically.



Martin alleges to have been taught many things while on the mothership. On one occasion he asked Tal about the existence of other life in the Milky Way Galaxy. Tan replied, "If you should visit a new living sphere each day for the duration of your gestation you would not even begin to tax the number, neither would I." Since Tan's race can extend their existence for thousands of years, Martin concludes that our galaxy must be filled with countless living planets.

YES!!!

http://www.abqjournal.com/elex/204620elex07-30-04.htm

i'm totally trasheed.



listening to swans. i still think that "a screw" is this shit. i like the stereo percussion.



jen from out on bail called me. luckily, i didn't answer. that could be bad and awkward. it's not often that i get to hear a female voice in the voicemail.



it's all jason heller's fault.



actually, everything can be blamed on jason heller.



seriously, though...jason heller is a machine. he's been really kicking out some quality rock. ross' lyrics are only getting better, darker. andrew is getting way more dynamic--tons of power and restraint.



i hope that i'm doing something better. i'm feeling really stagnant.



tomorrow, i have lots of shit to do before we convene at itchy's house.



is this a good idea?? probably not, given my recent anarcharcist turn.



actually, when i was 18, i registered as an anarchist. when i was 20, i registered communist, and sometime thereafter, i registered as a republican. the latter was so that i could vote against people in primaries.



still, everything that i've ever voted for has lost. i've thrown away a lot of votes on third parties--green, independent, libertarian, natural law; and a lot of ballot issues.



the official jeremy platform is i'm for eliminating taxes, and for the government "backing off". don't tread on me. i'm a biter.



i think that the troutman flag said it best. this WILL be a tattoo soon.

.

i prefer the reverse side which has "ubi libertas—ibi patria" instead of the rather cheesy liberty or death. the latin is more economical with language, and really says MORE.



texas history is rather colorful, and this flag, which was ostensibly flown at goliad (a slaughter--390 texans killed).



semper ubi sub ubi

i couldn't find us in the newspaper. i didn't look too hard. maybe the dude's editor decided that he was clueless and nixed the write up.

it's not often that i'm left speechless at the rock practice, but i was tonight.



the ballad of mark allen rodgers is fucking amazing.



all i could say is something incoherent like "cymbals...fuzz...weee"

there's nothing quite like waking up in the middle of the night with an anxiety attack. this is the 4th night in a row of this shit. i think that i'll just stay up and not even try to fight it. getting BACK to sleep is even worse.

the denver newspaper agency must only hire stoners.



apparently, bright channel is going to get a write up. i don't think that he really wanted to hear from us.



fucker.



i'm not bitter about them getting written up--i can't think of a more deserving band.



it seems like this whole thing was a waste of time.



ross and i talked this afternoon about how pretentious it is to talk about your own music. or, really, to describe it.



our conclusion is that it's really an outlet for the stuff that society deems inappropriate (or at least this is my take on it)--rage, hatred, love--these sort of things. we're letting our emotions out for public display. music is very personal as a listener. i'm certain that people get different things out of a red cloud performance.



what's important, though is that either you get it, or you don't. we're not doing this for fans, it's just an outlet for all of our crap. we're successful because i know that more than one person gets it. and if you don't, go down to croc's on market street. you'll have a good time.



ross suggested that he come to a show, and he might get it. apparently, he isn't interested in SEEING a band. he said that he's out of town. i bet that he'll be in lodo with the rest of them.



i know a couple people that ought to have this joker's job.



shifting gears....



i started training elena today. if one more person comments on how "hot" she is, i might scream. she seems to have a good attitude and that's all that i care about.



meanwhile, back at the ranch, i'm having to do my new assignment, and train, and i'm not happy about that. i think that i've only had one day that was <11 hours in the last 2 weeks. i'm burning out fast.



ah--the doctor has arrived. now is the time on sprokets when we drink.

i just found a flyer for the scfs revoluciones show. it says 7pm to midnight.



how long did we play?



seems like 8-10.



mary was the only one who came.

i found this neat site.



i've been listening to a lot of sex pistols and neutral milk hotel bootlegs on my commute. i found this via a search on the great rock and roll swindle. thanks, tonyb.



the japanese dubbed version is truly priceless. i like the japanese censure of pubic hair. that's great. i might have to link in a pubic hair photo at some point into this blog.



i'm drunk and venting tonight, since i have allowed comments.



crap, i totally lost the train.



on an unrelated matter....



what's "age-appropriate" for a child?



(now is when i vent about my hippy parents and my unconventional unbringing [sic])



my father had a lot of magazines. i was particularly keen on the airplane mags. he kept them like national geographics or something.



clothing optional was my mother's policy at home until we moved to colorado when i was 14.



when thumbing through the airplane magazines at age 8, i stumbled upon "PUSSY" magazine. i was totally befuddled. this mag had a lot of extreme close ups and shaving. apparently, i had located my father's stash. he was always out of town. since i was a latch key kid, there was no danger of being caught. the next magazine was "Club", which i now know is a larry flynt publication. this one was dedicated to menstruation. i was weirded out enough to take these to my mother. they were much more interesting than airplanes.



i'm listening to a conversation between robert schneider and jeff magnum. i need to transcribe this one.



i found this interesting page about my home town, McAllen, Texas. i only lived there for 10 years, but i think that it probably impacted my view of the world substantially.



i'm tired and hungry. i'm calling it a night.

tonight, i'm rocking the pedro. thanks, CWS for turning me onto this. you'd be proud--today i had a godspeed day at work.



i told my boss that i'm really stressed out about the hiring of my replacement. he seems to think that i'll be motivated to stick to it by money, and he's mistaken. if i do this right, i really ought to be straightened out monetarily in like 3 months. 6 if i do things that i want to do.



basically, i'm at the same point i was at when i walked out of the garbage business. my plan is to get some of this more insidious debt gone--credit cards (you've got to live on them if you take a couple months off to smoke pot and play didgeridoo) and these fucking medical bills. sure, the student loans aren't going away anytime soon, but taking care of the higher rate stuff will be a good thing.



that's the 3 month version.



the 6 month version includes all of the above, plus visiting the grandparents, and the purchase of a vehicle with more sex appeal. really, that's just to save gas money. it's not like i have tons of expenses now--i'm living the cheapest existence ever.



maybe i could just work part time. that's a thought.



i got a go ahead for december. tony said that if i requested time off that far in advance, it's a sure thing. i need to get in touch with matt about those dates. it sucks that planes is on the road, or i'd give him a call. i wonder if he's reachable. i ought not bother mr. "you could die right now." tommy is going to try to get time off. i love that guy. he seems to think that i could learn their songs. touring with them would be great, because i could really talk to those guys.



i hate rock because typically i only see people at shows. i love rock because i've met quite a few decent people because of it. for example, talking to mike from out on bail was really cool the other night. he's really a nice kid. i wish that he didn't suck red cloud's collective dick like he did, but he's apparently heard the latest, greatest mixes, and liked it. chuck from not bad reiterated that he wants to take us out to dinner.



i don't think that we're doing anything that special. it feels good, though, to be doing something that people like and maybe revere.



it still hasn't gotten me laid. i did get some coke that one time, though.



of course, all of this could change. if there's one thing that i'm not into, it's making plans. everything is mutable, and i try to stay malleable. i just try to stay like gold (golden is way too s.e. hinton), untarnishable and flexible.



(spell checking this makes me believe that i've invented a few words--this happens after a visit by the doctor. see if you can pick them out)

we got an invite to register people to vote at our shows.



jason said that all show-going hipsters are already registered, and that they should go door to door in five points instead.



i agree with him.



i'm also not registered to vote, and don't plan on it.



what it boils down to, is that who's in the white house doesn't affect my life, and my vote has zero effect on an election's outcome.



if i had my way and unlimited resources, i'd nuke D.C. shit, i'd nuke 99% of the "human" population.

i don't believe that i've ever written about how awesome my grammie sammie is in the blog-o-rama. sure, she's an extremely eccentric old lady, but still totally supportive of me, even when i've really fucked up. she emailed this to me, and y'all have probably all seen/heard it, but i thought that it was great. how many grandmothers email their grandsons? i think that she's pretty hip.

Magic Beer



A lady walks into a bar and sees a really good-looking guy sitting at the bar by himself. She goes over and asks him what he is drinking.



"Magic Beer", he says.She thinks he's a little crazy, so she walks around the bar, but after realizing that there is no one else worth talking to,goes back to the man sitting at the bar and says, "That isn't really Magic Beer, is it?"



"Yes, I'll show you." He takes a drink of the beer, jumps out the window,flies around the building three times and comes back in the window.



The lady can't believe it: "I bet you can't do that again."



He takes another drink of beer, jumps out the window, flies around the building three times, and comes back in the window.



She is so amazed that she says she wants a Magic Beer, so the guy says to the bartender, "Give her one of what I'm having."



She gets her drink, takes a gulp of the beer, jumps out the window, plummets 30 stories, breaks every bone in her body, and dies.



The bartender looks up at the guy and says, "You know, Superman, you're a real asshole when you're drunk."

i suck. i forgot the when and where on the mailing list.



rd let me know that i'm an idiot.

This rocks!



i feel like i'm an alien--this is the planet of the apes.

i'm watching a special on the exorcist. i first got to see that movie when i was three. it scared the crap out of me then, and it still does.



erich and i are going to the prequel, which is out on the 20th.

i've managed to stay drunk all day. i'm out of vodka, and i think that it's time to take this to the next level, and go to the store. drunk driving is always a hoot.

who knew that kill bill 2 was out on dvd?



i didn't.



this marks the first time that i've been carded for a dvd.



of course, i look under 17 in shorts, my republicans suck shirt and converse.



i didn't know that greg was trying to sell his bike. it's too bad that i'm fat. ross tells me that kurt "always has bikes for sale." i may have to befriend kurt, even though the few conversations i've had with him have been totally awkward. i don't know why--ross and tom both really get along with him. maybe it's just that i have only been around him while he's doing sound, or being pushed (new years). i'm sure that he wouldn't recognize me on the street.

last night's show was a bit of a cluster fuck. we only got 30 minutes. both ross and i didn't get out what we needed to. we decided that red cloud couldn't play a 1.5 hour set (like some bands did last night), because we'd be too emotionally drained afterwards.



we also decided that we're disgusted by bands that play pedestrian "county fair country." it's really all in the bass line--really. our songs ain't that different, but all four of us know about space (rest), and i'm not going to play shitty lines like that. it's boring and has been done for the last 50 years. this is a post-entwistle world, man.



dangerous muleskinner didn't do it for me--also county fair country.



out on bail actually sounded great, and i told them so. i talked to mike, about stuff, and he told me that he's only been playing bass for 2 years. he also said that they haven't really been in bands. that was a shocker to me, since i've been in several bands that weren't fit for public consumption, and i've been playing bass since 1986 (that blows me away).



i'm glad that i've participated in several "noise" projects. i think that it really helped me listen to music differently.



i hung out with buffalo junior--they're outstanding people. josh gave me a kiss. tommy and i talked about therapy and graduate school. i didn't talk to marie, instead i smiled and waved.



jason went home (jules got home yesterday evening). andrew has the crud. i gave him all my crud fighting hints. it sounds like it might just be a laundry detergent problem.



ross and i loaded the remainder of the gear. ross did the hard work, while i waited on the curb, watching lodo at 2 am. i'm disgusted by those so-called people. i also learned about the rapists that wait outside bars at 2 am to take some drunk little slut home with them. it makes me sick to my stomach.



i had no idea that was how it's done. my friends don't do that, but it looks like the apes do.



i can't articulate my hatred for those people. if only i had a couple of grenades last night.

i know the red cloud wants to do a lot of covers that we never get to do.



i think that here is the house could be interesting. especially if we ever allow backing vocals.



a dm song would be good.



lemme see, i can think of a few that we want to do. maybe a covers ep?



rebel yell (dedicated to kerry mcdonald and munky mania)

here is the house

wish you were here (i failed miserably when i accidentally learned that one. strapping on a guitar feels wrong at practice--the strings are so wrong)

the felt pilots thing that heller was into

maybe a cure song

i don't know what ross or andrew would be into

pale blue eyes (maybe ross and jason only--that was effective)

our only cover is angel of death, which is a really whack arrangement of the song. jason's lead is blistering.

friends/fans/bandmembers comment below

my date cancelled on me. put on your surprised face. i was actually looking forward to it because i know that jules is a fun girl. i've hung out with her a little bit. we've even talked dead kennedys and stuff. who'd have thought that she'd be cool. i've had a crush on her since my first day at cameron-cool. she was actually the first person to introduce herself, besides the satanic grandmother that was the receptionist.



"HI! I'M JULIE!"



i just looked at her. it had been ages since a woman had gone ot of her way to be nice to me.



"hello."



...insert awkward pause here...she just looked at me.



"My name is Jer e my."



I've been trying to emphasize the middle sylable, because i generally omit it. when your mother calls you "germ," that's bound to happen.



i just looked like an idiot. basically, i've spent the last three years having a growing crush on her. she's the girl that's going to save the world in nepal, with a stay in thailand. i couldn't help bringing up the prositute situation in bangkok, since most of them were men at some point. toby reinforced this allegation. poor julie had two geeky guys kicking down odd facts about transsexuals on her.



seriously, though, this girl is hot. the hottest thing was when i watched her talking regs on the phone. she knows her shit.



i hope that she doesn't read this. i'm certain that she knows the address. i'm sort of putting some dangerous shit on the blog. oh well. if she does, that'll give me something more to write about.



i'm supposed to get together with her next week. i have a feeling that the so-called band will want to rehearse instead. i need to figure that out ASAP, so that i can reschedule.



oh well...now i've decided to clean house and get bombed with the dr. vodka and listen to depeche mode. at least that's what i'm rocking now.



yeah. i can dance.



rocking?



black celebration is pretty rock, i think. mr heller and i had an arguement once about the odd sounds that they seem to integrate. seriously, these jokers made use of those presets that you never would've thought could be useful.



i heard this (insert that link to npr here when you're sober, hombre) on the radio. i think that i'm going to attempt some remixes on some of our songs. i think that an adult contemporary two firey eyes could be interesting. it would likely be lame as hell, with lots of cheesy synths. i ought to stick with what i can do. i wish that we'd cut can i take you from the disc. i'm not happy with that at all. i'd like to redo it. if the agony goes on longer, i just might do that. i'm thinking that bringing back the backing vocals, tambourine, and adding some nice synth pads in the second verse could be better.



i'm looking so forward to the rock tomorrow. it's been too long. i hope that we can remember the songs.

a coming storm is now the triumphant song played after a cop tells someone not to speed down their street. this, right after the cop asks the resident if their dog is going to bite the camera man.



too fucking funny.



d biddle and thank god for astronauts also donated music. i think that it's great to have musicians doing what we can to support the community. that's totally cheesy, isn't it?



looking forward to rocking this weekend. i sent out the obligatory mailing list message. i really don't think that helps much. i didn't even attempt to be clever this time, but i did allow myself to use "y'all" twice in one email. i thought that "friends in low places" was a pretty good subject line last time we played the mule.



i'm still obsessing about those dog funeral photos. there's this one that has the two living dogs and the dead one, a bunch of fruit, two japanese kids, candles, photos, and....tecate?!?

i realize that this is insensitive, but it seems a little unusual to me for a rock band to receive such things.

This is also awesome.

This is a beautiful thing.

today, i'm interviewing people that are to replace me. that's a really awkward deal. i hope that one of them has nice tits.

weeding through weekend email...



jason wants further changes to the record.



my response: "ok."



i don't even have a recent mixdown, so whatever. if this disc never comes out, it won't be my fault.

sometimes, i think that i'd be better off without the rock. as much as i totally dig it, i really just want to stop sometimes, because the reality sinks in (usually during some vacation-induced hiatus), that this band isn't doing anything particularly special.



this usually leads into me thinking that people really don't like me at all, and that they're plotting against me somehow.



i think that everyone just wants to see me fail. so far, i really haven't let anyone down.



i'd be better off as a hermit.



this is an irrational post, and i'm sober. maybe i need a drink.

this cold is totally insidious. it's the darth sidious of colds. i haven't done a fucking thing all weekend, except watch movies and sleep.



last night i watched mad max (with commercials--lame), and i've decided that i require a motorcycle and some leather pants. seriously, though, i've been thinking about getting a bike for a while. since i don't ever have passengers, i think that it's a feasible deal. the weather is mostly cooperative here. i'll always have the car, right?



i did confirm that the fort collins show is good--apparently, we're liked by the starlight's new owner. who'd have thunk

this is sort of a weird message, from the band's email:

Subject: My Photo Files are update!!!



Hello, recently I was making my doggies cancer days photos...

There are so many photo files, but if you have a spare time, please check this out!!!

I know it's only my hobbies... but how much I loved my dog, Bula...

I delivered Bula from his mother's dog, so I was too much of feelings of him!!!

I really miss my dog...

By the way, threre are also some cool's band's photo!!! You could also check this out!!!

I didn't upload some band's pictures... sorry... Too much depeloping... however, later I will upload some other band... Cinerama, Stereolab, Badly Drawn Boy, Dressy Bessy, Ed Hartcort, Red Cloud, The Maybellines, Ben Kweller, so on.... sorry, I didn't put other band....

I will put the doggies files names

The file names are....

Bula chan June 10 or 11 2004

Bula goes to hospital etc. June 06 2004

Bula Meets Shine(his siter) June 06 2004

Bula's cremation June 24 & 25 2004

Bula's Funeral June 23 & 24

Cancer Days June 05 2004

Cancer Days June 06 2004

Cancer Days June 07 2004 #1

Cancer Days June 07 2004 #2

Cancer Days June 18 2004

City Park July 11 2004

Doggies June 08 2004

Evergreen june 21 2004

Fireworks at Grand Lake July 4 2004

Lake Granby June 13 2004

Lakewood June 9 2004

My doggies

Pray for Bula June 23 2004

Love you all,

Mio

our mis-listing on the lion's lair website has been corrected.

today, i'm rocking the physical graffiti at work. this record is a masterpiece.



i first heard it back in the day (1991), when i was dropping lots of acid. there's nothing quite as cool as the sleazy guitar riffs when you're on a couple hundred hits of acid.



still, they still seem incredibly cool and sleazy to me now.



the changes are really great--they can pull off really pretty choruses between the dirty verses.

the worm has fixed that starlight date. you never can tell with jason's pals...



if i can get this cold under control, i think that i'm going to a couple of shows this weekend. ghost buffalo at the mercury should be interesting (dogs in the kitchen). i need to catch the risk at the hi-dive with the waxwings. (we turned that show down because of jason and ross' trips). i also have to check out this benders to see what the deal is.



i need to pick up a copy of the ghost buffalo disc just in case. it's a bummer if tommy can't go, but i'm sure that i can learn their songs. i've actually gained some confidence in my plauing ability in the last couple of years.



today is going to be a fire drill at work. it's friday and people never plan more than 5 minutes ahead of schedule.



it looks like my work situation is going to change, though.



jason has been working up a storm with jules out of town. i can't imagine having two family members drop dead in a single morning.



i think that's it for now.

fuck--i've managed to double book the cloud at the hi-dive and the starlight. this is a problem.



stephen from benders called me and invited the band down to check stuff out. i think that i'll stumble down there after the buffalo jr. show this weekend.



he has flyers and posters for us, and seemed like a pretty nice guy.



i hope that i can remedy the booking issues. i'm such an amateur at this jazz.

Looks like we're slated to hit the road in early December. The rumor is that we're going to Salt Lake City, San Francisco, Santa Barbara, Los Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, and Albuquerque.



I spoke to Erich and Ross today about my job conundrum. They seem to think that it'll be a good resume building opportunity.

Thank you to Mikey and Matt for this great background sound! You guys made my day!



That shit doesn't seem to be working--try this.

i was supposed to think about my resignation over the weekend, and i did. i decided 1) that it's not reasonable to think that one should like their job; 2) I need to straighten out some finances before quitting.



today, my boss wants to make me an "environmental scientist" (ha ha ha) and give me a raise. i don't know what to do. he pointed out that it would look better on my resume, and he has a point there. i figure that i might as well do it, and have my finances in order 25% faster.

this is sort of lame:









Take that in any form you'd like. You could be a DJ, you could paint, you could write, you could even code. Still, you hold whatever you do as Art. You are passionate, and you can also try too hard.

What kind of goth are you?


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