Title this "Whatever"

If you can release a new album roughly 20 years after you were hot, and have hype surrounding it, there has to be something up.

Starting around 1996.

I don't listen to radio.  I'm sure this song will be on it.

And if I'm lucky, when I stream the student radio station, I might actually hear something that I like instead of college-age exploration of music that they've never 

heard before.  "Here's some terrible stuff that I've never heard before but since I've never heard it before, it's got to be cool?  ::Lenny Kravitz's Stop Draggin' Around plays::"

I suggest you seek out Junior Citizen.  

connections

Not really... so I made a totally cool post about how "cool" I'm playing it...

Whatever.

Go see "Lars and the Real Girl" at your local DVD player.

I dare you to ball your fucking eyes out as much as I did.

Loneliness is the most powerful force that drives human existence.. Try and argue with me. I FUCKING dare you.

Chitty Chitty

In case you didn't know...

I don't really remember what it was I said in my last few posts.  I'm pretty sure there was a thanks nod to B.Pilgrim and maybe some whining and complaining about whatever.  I've got a lot of that to spread around.

No progress on the mixed bizzness yet.  Tonight promises to offer a few free hours post workout baring any sort of chaotic mindriot that will most likely swell up sometime this evening.

I had one of those while I was making copies at the court of appeals today.  Standing at a copier with hot-glue bound briefs.  All glasswork.  It's the easiest.  Their machine is also coin-op.  It takes bills, but only singles.  So every ten pages, I have to put in another dollar.  Let's just say I was perturbed by the situation.  There have been times when I've made over 2000 copies at that location.  It takes a long time.

Anyway.  My brain started making a checklist of things I wanted to get done today.  That set me off since I was standing at a copier instead of getting them done.  And then I remembered that I was getting paid like a king to make those copies.  The checklist could wait... which it did.

I have two things left on that list.  One of them will be taken care of tomorrow since the post office is closed.  The other thing will be taken care of after the gym.  The interim?  Listening to Three Mile Pilot's Na Vucca Do Lupo.

Many Thanks

It's always a strange event playing a live show.  I'm not the kind of person who enjoys standing on a stage in a small room with people either not paying attention or paying attention or something in between.  I guess I'm not comfortable with recognition as much as I think I crave it.

We did have a well received performance.  Even the legendary Billy Pilgrim (Or is it the sinister Bulk Petroleum?)  made the effort to come and give his two cents.  The title will repeat itself here "Many thanks."  I swear I'll get the album mixed by the end of next week.  With the scratch from our last two shows, we should be able to cough up the remainder for mastering and sometime later this summer actually have something that some people have been clamoring for for a while now.  (If they haven't already lost interest and gone back to their collection of hot wheels and vintage mustards.)

The job hunting continues as well.  I've tossed my name into a few more pools with the University.  Otherwise, I've got to get some motivational tapes on job seeking outside the easy avenues of state employment websites.  Something about them don't sit right with me.

And last but not least, I'm continuing my exploration of San Diego indie by listening to more and more Three Mile Pilot.  I used to have one of their albums on cassette back in the day ("I have all of your cassette tapes!") and I would play it while working at the gas station.  People would be paying for their gas and getting sludgy bass and weird vocals and noise for free on the side.  Ingrates.

What hasn't happened?

Or "What IS up with that?"

In the last week I've learned a lot about a lot of things.  I "fired" myself from my new job during training.  Got home and have been scrambling to get (scrambled eggs? NO!) resumes out the door.

It will be a good decision since I wasn't felling like the new job was the right direction.  Sure, the travel benefits would have been nice, but I've had "travel benefits" before (via a credit card and a lot of free time) and I'm still paying that back.  I need to focus on certain things and have a schedule I can agree on and they weren't really talking when I asked what my schedule would be.

So throw that on the pile with the canceled reservation for my initial intake flight and the statement "You have to treat this job like it's your full time job"  (when it's part time?  fukyu) and I had a lot of unease keeping me up at night.

I also realized last week that I had forgotten why I decided to study Philosophy in the first place... and have been kicking around the notion that I may have finally discovered (or remembered) what it was that I really wanted to get at when I started at MSU.  It got lost in the shuffle of Epistemology and Kantian Metaphysics or more likely was diluted by all of the lack-of-focus binge drinking.

But perhaps what I should realize is that "Binge Drinker" is a job title that some people carry like golden apples.  Mayhaps that is truly where my strengths lie...

And the band continues unabated.  Show in Milwaukee tonight with "that girl" doing some backup vocals.  If you've talked to me about this, you know how I feel.  If your a bit intuitive, it should be relatively obvious how I feel.  Solo project idea becoming more like a storm cloud hovering over the midwest.  (Speaking of which, they evacuated the hospital I was born in in Cedar Rapids last week.  My grandma's house is on one of the highest hills in the city.  No worries there.)  Flood a'commin?  Maybe.  The mixing is moving along.  I've been pushing this week.  By the weekend I want to have twelve songs done.  I've got six done right now (with just a few minor tweakings that I think need to happen.)  It gets easier each time I do one.   I just hope the band is cool with my refusal to actually use any of their suggestions once I'm done. 

Travis: "Can you drop the bass in this song just a hair?  It seems loud."  

Me: "No."

And I've been wondering about the connection between "On the Road" and this blog.  Someone (awesome) made the suggestion that there was a correlation.  

Plane Awesome

It has been a wonderful day of waking up with a nightmare hangover.  The "party" was still in high gear in the back of my head.  Good times.  Instead of going to watch the Indiana Jones movie after band practice, I went out... and got stupid.  So the first thing I did after I got up was not pack, but rather go watch that movie.  It was a nice little flick.  I took it in as best I could with a pile of pretzel bites and some cola.  The movie itself was alright.  It's a franchise and it's been years since the last one so of course there was a lot of cheesy crap.  It reminded me of when I went to go see that one Star Trek movie on opening night and people were clapping at the opening credits.  (Eyes rolling.)

I did finally get packed and to the airport this evening.  A storm blew through so I didn't get to MSP on time... Surprise, surprise.  I should have been here at 9 instead of 11:30.  Oh well.

I've gotta turn in.  There will be plenty of time to be "witty" tomorrow...

My Profile pic is 120% accurate right now. "Fuck Miller Brewing Company!"

totally wasted... got wasted downtown... probably going to sleep it off on the couch at work.. (That's mispelled?.... drunk!)

Got 2 B "Funky"!

Redrum finger s3yz "Redrum"... dreunk... this is wayyy tooo mjuch work... Maybe I'm better off running home. The're s magic in that. Running home d4runk. No one one undergsatnsadss that ... gets that... whatever. I'm used to no one getting muxch of anything I say...

Tota, Bullshitt... fuygk that. Asssholes3esss.

(Hea4rt) Z

But I don't know how to dance...

Um...

I would put up a bunch of pictures and crap from my trip but I've been kicked around by the monsters of time. (they're a band.)

Um... Yeah.  Maybe tonight I'll get geo-physical about it all and start sleeping it off in a cardboard box with a scraggly beard.

Or I could make up an excuse along the line of the friggin' humidity.  It's one thing I can't stand.

So in the interim (whilst you sit with shortened breath and smints) I will direct your attention to this.