tonight's the night, in your arms again

Last night after chillin at Beth's house I went home with some severe nasal drainage from her huge cat, and I mean this cat is huge like it ate the rabbit that used to live there. So I guess the moral of the story is, the more mass to the cat= the more dander up my nose.

School sucks ass, thats all I have to say. Today was just one of those days where I woke and my nose was still running and I was sneezing and coughing all night long. All through work I was leaving nose fluid wherever I went. Then I went to Comparative Criminology which sucks big dick. This is one of those classes where the teacher calls on you even if you don't have your hand raised, and it seems like she only calls on the guys. Today when she calle don me, I just grunted a half hearted, "I got nothing" and went back to trying to blow me nose. Then she called on me again later, and I was like, "Yea, I dont remember that." The rest of the class I sat there with my head staring into the blank page of my notebook and not looking up at her once. Then she calls on me again and I say the same thing, "I still don't remember that."

Later when I went to evening class we watched a documentary video about Heroin abuse...starring John Fruisciante from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It was shot back in the early 90's when he went to live in Europe and was pretty much at the height of his drug addiction and it was disturbing. It was like his eyes we sunk in just a little but his eyeballs themselves were huge and yellowish and everytime he'd say something they would open up wider that should have been possible as if he'd just had some groundbreaking epiphany. Then he played some music after he shot up and it was like listening to a Chili Peppers album backwards, where you can make out chord progressions and familiar note signatures that remind you of the Chili's music...but then whit all other kinds of static and noise going on.

I felt really down today and I don't recall if it started when the teacher wouldn't leave me alone or when I saw a very strung out John Fruisciante in the drug class tonight.

You sick freak!

If there's one thing that makes me think holidays, it's insane shoppers trying to kill each other for laptops at Walmart. In fact quite possibly the funniest thing I've seen this fall semester had to be video of this black lady who was in a rush to get a $400 laptop at Walmart, get knocked down and when she hit the floor her hair came flying off. It was so goddamn funny...I'm a sick bastard...

Apparently we've gone and booked at Smiley's again for friday December 16th, which is good because it's like redemption time for me. Last friday's show I felt pretty shitty about and can honestly say I don't think I played a single song right. I just closed my eyes and wished it was over about three songs in. I couldn't remember anything until the last minute and then it was rushed. I saw the setlist on stage, but the words looked like something written in a foreign language to me that I'd seen before but never completely understood. I'd fumble a note and try to recover and fuck myself even more. My performance is was I'd call a clusterfuck.

I heard John Mabry has gone to the Cubs. Apparently some people only care about a paycheck and not where your team finishes in the division. Now Abe Nunez is gone to the Phillies and Matty Mo could be cone too. Things are not looking good for the Cardinals especially if they let Col. Reggie Sanders go...

Death from above!

Interestingly enough the first thing I hear about when I got up today was a murderous M&M balloon in the New York City Parade that fell to the ground injuring a bunch of people. That, combined with the story I hear yesterday that some hoosier already burned his house to the gorund because he was deep frying his turkey in his garage, well that just lets me know that Thanksgiving is here! It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without strange accidents and houses burning down from turkey fryers!

Last night was tons of fun, and tons of fun wasn't even there! I met John's girlfriend for the first time and explained that I was beginning to believe she was make believe since we'd never met he; and met Gump's sister who was kinda cute (but looked a little like Gump...ewww). Gary, Julie, John, Beth, Rick, Gump, Gump's Sister, Matthew, Myself and some other girl were there. We played a 2 hour long game of pop culture trivial pursuit, it was girls against boys and it would not end. We were picking out the hardest questions to give to each other. Shit, it was fun.

Then Gary unbooked us at the Red Sea because we've been having disputes with the booking guy there. We have previous bad experiences with him. It's for the best.

Dashboardnutz: happy thanksgiving
Timothybrown000: happy rape and pillage day

He's a Juggernaut, he's a Juggernaut...GO!

Gary never ceases to amaze me. I mean, he's gone and booked 2 shows now with this new band. In 7 years with the old band he booked 1 show, I mean the guy is on fire. Although he did book us back at The Red Sea, that shithole bar thats like hemmerhoid on the ass of Delmar... Ah, but the booking guy asked us to give them another chance, and that they're under new management, so why not. But then there's the fact that we'll be playing with a metal band. I don't know their name but metal is metal so for all I care they are "Testify and the Merry Clicking Ethiopians."

Yesterday on the way home from the studio Gary and I were talking about Rick's show on friday with his new band and Heather was asking about them. We then had to explain to her that he was playing with some of the ex members of a band who's name I won't mention here (J.H.) and that we'd played many many shows with them but they were all dicks except their drummer Dave.

So when Heather asked, how did you address them we reminiced to the days when we gave them nicknames. There was Ultra-Queer on bass, Captain Bitch-Tits on guitar and Guy with the Shitlocks on guitar. Ultra Queer was the biggest asshole, he walked around like he was some musical God and was too good to speak to us musical mortals. Tim seemed to have some knowledge of Guy with the Shitlocks and claimed he was pretty cool, but all I know is I saw his drunk ass force his way on stage once when I was at a ConfuseDerection show and make a fool of himself, and he had shitlocks. And of course Captain Bitch-Tits. We didn't know anything about Captain Bitch-Tits, other than he had him some big 'ol bitch tits, and they were so massive they needed a rank.

Su-su-Studio

Tommorow is yet another round of studio sessions with our good friend Bryan Z. And I'm hoping things go well because I've been having some weird dreams about the band lately. Like last night I drempt that Gary did something stupid to piss me off and I was like, fuck this and told him he was on his own to get his drums there. Then I had a dream that Tim was fondling a 16 year old girl at my house when there was a big party going on, and my house was this huge mansion. And I'm talking to other people at the party and someone (probably Gary) starts yelling about how Tim just kidnapped some 16 year old girl.

So between Gary pissing me off (which is highly probable) and Tim kidnapping 16 years olds (which is a stones throw from telling dirty jokes to highschool kids), my dreams have been fucked up lately.

In Cruise Control

This time in between my birthday-Halloween-Thanksgiving-Christmas always seems to speed up, and its just like life is in cruise control. Not really doing anything in particular, of any significance but there seems to be a continuing stream of events to keep me occupied until the holidays. School is close to being over for this semester and to top that I've got all next week off school and a handful of classes cancelled this week too. I should be in class right now, but I'm relaxin at home. Work has picked up and that's good, cause you know, money=happiness.

Practice is tonight and hopefully Heather will show up. We're going back to the studio next sunday to record 3-4 more songs for the cd and we'll probably make some more demos with the new songs too. We're lookng foreward to the studio again, but I swear I can't handle being cooped up in the studio with Gary and Tim for 9 hours. Thats too much band time together. And for our November 25th show we're playing with Bryan Z's band, but I can't remember their name. I do know he was in a band called 1 Punch Homicide, which we eventually turned into Hawaiian Punch Suicide! That is one of the best names we've ever come up with- Hawaiian Punch Suicide!

Unseasonable

This weeks weather has been strange at best. I mean if November and we hit the 80's this week and thats about as normal as the people Gary works with. At school the thermometer is stuck on heat for some reason and the classrooms are like saunas. But this is the last day of classes for the week, and hopefully there will be something going on tonight, maybe at Matthews that involves drinking and scary movies. We watch The Devils Rejects a couple night ago and it was pretty good, not to mention a great soundtrack featuring only vintage music from the 70's.

This week has been something of a revival for my old nostalgic love for Nirvana's music. I used to be a huge fan at the end of grade school and into highschool, but my tastes changed and I sort of moved into harder music even though Nirvana was probably like my gateway drug into current music. I was sort of drawn back into Nevermind when I went to see Jarhead last weekend and they had Something In The Way playing during a dream sequence and I found myself rooting around my closet in the middle of the night looking for my old Nevermind cassette. Suffice it to say I found the cassette but I couldn't find a cassette player in my room... Ha! I don't know if I even own one anymore!

Quick Notes

Gary has posted some strange drawing in the info section on NotJustNoise that's supposed to be an illustration of our song JC at the TX which looks something like a stick figure Jesus meets HomeStarRunner zapping some guy with holy bolts of lightening. It is odd...

Julie has posted not only pictures from our show but pictures from the Halloween party at her website. And what can only be described as pure hilarity, she posted our dirty scategories answers.

New song writing continues to go well. We have 3 more songs in production, Wade, Sunshine and an un-named song. Things are going fabulously and we're headed back to the studio soon to record another handful of songs. Practice is tonight, ooo-ra.

Emergency service my ass

Fuck St. Anthony's. We've had to take my mom to the ER twice in 6 days now and the service has been the worst I've ever witnessed. Last friday night we took mom in around 1am and it was 1 1/2 hours before she even got a room. Then they misdiagnosed her. Thursday we took her in to the ER at 4:30 and she didn't get a room till 8pm! And I guess the second time they did their job right, because now she's going in tommorow at noon to get her gall bladder out. Well I'm glad they got it right this time now that it's on the verge of fucking explosion. The first time they said she had a UTI, which I thought didn't make much sense. Then another doctor confirmed it wasn't a UTI on thursday, which confirmed my belief St. Anthony's can go fuck themselves!

It's been once long day. I drove to Kirksville to bring my sister home to see mom before surgury tommorow. So 4 hours up there and 4 hours back, and straight to the hospital where the can't get the goddamn IV in right and sticks her 3 times to finally get it, and she's bleeding all over the bed. I mean Jesus Christ, I could go find a fucking Heroin junkie who could hit a goddamn vein the first try! She's been there since thursday afternoon and hasn't eaten anything. The nurses wouldn't give her any food even though the doctor said she could eat up until midnight. Now the last time I checked the doctor is the doctor for a reason, and the nurse is the dumb bitch who can't hit a goddamn vein if it was on the broadside of her double-wide back in the trailor park!

Seriously, emergency service my ass.

hahahT