I played a bit of an episode of strangers with candy for my sis on saturday. It's the one where Mr. Noblet asks Jerri what she wants to do in the future. "Go to my locker!" "No Jerri, think far into the future." "Uh....... OPEN IT!" "Good luck at the artificial flower factory Jerri."
Then she looks at the camera and says, "Dreams."
It's not Monday. Feels like Monday.
Played guitar for roughly 16 hours on Saturday and Sunday. Band Practice went spectacular. If an object can "go" rather than "be" an adjective.
I really want to be on an extended vacation. Drifting on clouds.
i division completed the two new songs late Sunday evening. Cinnamon Magic is set, except for maybe the transition from the bridge/solo back into the chorus, and Cicada City is dialed in, complete with pre-fab solo that lasts a guaranteed amount of measures before going back to the verse for a one through.
I think that Danny really likes the bridge on that song. It's got a 4/4, 5/4, riff that we repeat a few times before going back to the" jungle" drumming. All drummers love to play "jungle drums" because it's a lot more engaging to play a pattern on multiple drums than to play it on just a bass/snare/hi hat deal. (Yawn city)
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It felt like Monday on a Friday before a long holiday -- could it have moved any slower?
We get that taste of actually doing what we love to do rather than what we are doing while we wait to die and then going back to that routine of monotonous, drawn out suicide seems like it's a bitter pill.
Couldn't agree more. Although my days always seem to move faster than they should what with the split shift at one job and the shift in the middle at the other.
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