Strait up Sewercyde

The picture that this article paints makes me think that McCain should be her vice president.

It would make for a more interesting election.

This thing called "blog"

It's what been only ten days sense that last post. Chickity checkity... got some new old music last week.

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come
So peter piper, Im hyper than pinochios nose
Im the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now youve got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo wheres the gravy

Superior rhymes there is not.

Summer is coming to a close with teacher friends returning to work. No more Wednesday nights till five in the morning watching movies I've never seen before, like the Rose or Coal Miners Daughter or listening to music from the seventies that I've not had the pleasure of being overly accquainted with... what you have and so forth.

But this week has shown itself to be a test in longevity. Longevity in the since that I've had two nights with only three hours of sleep (mostly by choice) and my eyes still manage to keep open. I started filling in at the old part-time job again on Monday also. This means that I don't get to sleep in after a weeknight out. Up and dizzy and out the door. A dark cloud covers my eyes as I avoid the people on the sidewalks in their gaze and their stride. Students are back. State street has become more unbearable than ever. god bless this town.

(More late summer madness descent may be posted later... who can really know?)

Where the i Divides Wear

Over the weekend we listened to the latest versions of the mixes I've lovingly (hatefully) crafted.  Things are moving along quite smoothly as far as I'm concerned.  Joe still wants to rerecord songs.  I don't want to try.  He also wants me to add some more backing vocals.  I might be doing that tonight.  He said he doesn't want me doing all of my backing parts that I do live but I'll probably end up doing all of them if I think the quality of the recording I can do is good enough.  That way, if he says "add those other ones as well," it's already done.

Early, early this morning, Travis and I were interviewed on student radio with a friend of ours from our days of playing shows at the Klinic.  I don't know if it's possible to get a copy of the show in podcast or archive streaming or what have you as of yet.   If I find out any more info, I'll be sure to post it so all of the band's adoring fans (with fangs?) can listen to Travis and me divulge where the name of the band came from and how I convinced Joe to start the band with my by giving him a bag of Fritos. 

In the end, the damn flies that keep landing on my arms and head are driving me crazy... like everything else.  Bugger.  Can't wait till "this" is all "done."

I've picked up some new music recently.

Blue by Lucinda Williams.

Tears Are in Your Eyes by Yo La Tengo

Strings of Nashville by Pavement

These have made it onto the new playlist entitled I Like This Song.

Three days from now, I'll not want to listen to it.  I'll be demanding something with an overcompressed breakbeat and some tweaky moogs or whatever.

But in the end, I'm really just trying to keep my head down during the week.  Getting all of my weekending done on Friday night/saturday morning and then floating to Monday morning study jam...  Already done with that... now just killing time until work.

Wishing I could just keep playing guitar since it takes the swirl of unfocused thoughts and squeezes them into the moment.  Something I'm never fully a part of generally speaking.

I'm being lazy this week... big american party!!!

I love the fact that the dream ends when the guy runs out of bananas.

Edgar Winter

Where was I when someone was talking about Muppet Babies?  Hmm... I want to say it was at Travis' apartment and he was talking about some messed up story involving puppets that were a rip-off of the muppet babies... and no not the MST3K Edgar Winter Babies.

Ha ha ha... I had forgotten about the indoor funny car.  And Killer Shrews!  Absolutely the WORST MOVIE I've ever watched.

Atruckalypse

"Fruit don't talk, fruit just listens."

Many thanks to my sister for the squidbillies for my birthday.

...and "Rocks are boring".