i rode my bike down to four friends tonight to seeee jes kramer (=lots and lots of fun) and emily bate play. good time. i had to leave during emily bates set. but i must say, she is a spectacular kazooist.
then i rode home and had fun with cars.
one wasnt sure if he wanted to run a red a light so he stopped in the middle of the intersection and then it turned green and he put it in reverse to back up thinking it was still red and i was hehehehe chuckled.
last night and a little the night before i made a messenger pigeon.
please read more about the messenger (homing) pigeon HERE
thursday as ive already said i was kicked out of my jazz group.
friday i was riding my bike around and i opened my mouth. pain shot from my jaw right up into my ear. i cant close my teeth all the way. eating is not fun. it is getting better tho.
friday we played at the daac for a few people at it was very awkward because not only did we play a pretty mediocre set but i felt totally outofplaceplaying our music at a poppyindieshow.
friday we made the final decision to cancel our tour. we had no car. and levi was talking of backing out and then we werent able to rent. i should be in cincinnati today. happily we are still playing a few shows. and we have some rad rad rad cdr's housed in handpained lp sleeves for sale. limited to 15. $8. email me or reply if you would like one!
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the backs make me happier. we still have 4 copies of our cassette the dapper synchophage too. $5.
saturday was a sad morning. then semi happy. we decided to go to chicago to play our show. supposed to start at 11. we didnt leave until 8. it felt very strange leaving that late. we arrived. got to the general location. it was gross. prostitutes roaming the empty streets creepy warehouses. i call the guy who set it up because we couldnt find the place. he tells me not to worry about it because the venue called and canceled. he would call us right back. we parked. we laughed screamed laughed frustrated shocked laughed got pissed and the phone rang. a new venue was secure. we left for it happy! another call. the old venue was going to be used. ugh. we went back. found the place. it is a creepy warehouse turned living space that really looked like a squat but way to nice for it. actually pretty rad. it was 1230. the first guy went on finally. mykel boyd. very impressive sounds. 100. we play. hot hot hot. good set. we wait. finally 230 deathroes goes on. plays for half an hour. total psychiness. darkness and strobes and a fog so think i couldnt see three inches in front of me and way too many people squeezing my ass. i felt like this guy:
it was 300. we leave. we get lost trying to find the highway. its 400/500 gr time. we finally are on our way home. i drive two hours then start falling asleep at the wheel. very scared i wake up brandon to drive and go asleep. im home at 800.
sunday after getting home and sleeping for a few hours i plug my gear in to play a little bit. i plug into our 120 watt ampeg bass amp and put a signal through. no sound. i go look at it. all the levels are nice and friendly. i hear a snap crackle and pop. smoke. its done for. turn it off. let the smoke settle and turn it back on. just a hum. fucked.
sunday i go sleep.
monday i sleep and do lawn work. then sleep. all nighters kill me.
here is to this week being the best fucking week ever.
i got kicked out of The Jazz Program today. a small jazz group i was in that played lots of groove smooth latin funk "jazz" and a little swing.
im dead because the others didnt feel like i was into the smooth shit enough. im bummed and not bummed at the same time for many reasons, some i wont get into.
reason number 1 for sadness = byebye cash money.
reason number 1 for not sadness = they are going to have a hard fucking time finding a replacement that is willing to put up with their shit.
all in all im kind of pissed but from the minute we got back together this summer i knew it was going to happen. there was a tension between me and three of the other members. but i put on my professional face and did my thing. o welll. fuck
fuck fuck fuck.
this is shitty.
i really didnt fit in with the rest of the guys anyway.
the decision isnt completely final but if they do ask me to stay.... we will see.
more news:
grand rapids is friendly
diane cluck, dan deacon, and derek bailey
gas sucks
biking downtown isnt always fun
the coup makes me happy
and so does thinking about leaving on tour saturday
friday is going to be fun
peaches are goood
feels is great
i finally got some lemonade
its hot out
notos is still hated
im done watching tv
school is over so i came home and unpacked and went to jam some free jazz with brandon and corey and jason for 3 - 4 hours then worked saturday and got up in the morning sunday and made some pancakes a banana water whole wheat flour baking powder (or soda, i cant remember) cinnamon nutmeg vanilla and they were not delicious but they were not terrible so then mom went grocery shopping and i noisejammmmed some great sounds with br and then drove to lansing with public enemy to get my ears hurt by charlie drahiem and aaron dilloway and weedmother and street wives and hireo and an old drunk macs bar regular that doesnt like noise and then i drove home with patti smith and classical on npr
i thought it would be fun to take a shower tonight and record the next chapter of space station 1.
i think this is definitely the most fun/shocking/difficult episode so far.
commentaries on roald dahl's the witches starring anjelica hustan by sam snedeker and patrick j newman.
oh shit!
shes smoking a cigar!
oh shit!
the bitch put her in a painting!
oh shit!
he just took a shower and the witch can still smell him!
oh shit!
they eskimo kissed!
oh shit!
they killed his parents!
oh shit!
theyre going to england!
oh shit!
her eyes are purple!
oh shit!
shes a witch!
oh shit!
he got some mice for his birthday!
oh shit!
she has diabetes!
oh shit!
a celebrity!
oh shit!
an anti child cruelty convention at a hotel!
oh shit!
hes eating all the raisins!
oh shit!
the mice got out!
oh shit!
blackmail!
oh shit!
no cream cakes for grandma!
oh shit!
strange things and recognized faces!
oh shit!
theyre not anti child cruelty, theyre witches!
oh shit!
they took off the face!
oh shit!
they hate children!
oh shit!
all child should be killed!
oh shit!
she spoke up!
oh shit!
she explosioned!
oh shit!
they bought all the candy!
oh shit!
she thought!
oh shit!
formula 86!
oh shit!
shrinking fur tails and a mouse all in 25 seconds!
oh shit!
child is a mouse!
oh shit!
a little boy!
oh shit!
bruno wants chocolate!
oh shit!
he turned into a mouse!
oh shit!
she smells him!
oh shit!
hes getting away!
oh shit!
she pushed the baby down the hill!
oh shit!
he saved it!
oh shit!
they put grandma to sleep!
oh shit!
they caught him!
oh shit!
hes a mouse!
oh shit!
the mouse got away!
oh shit!
he can talk and he found bruno!
oh shit!
this is weird!
oh shit!
brunos dad!
oh shit!
his tail!
oh shit!
a mouse trap!
oh shit!
grandmas door!
oh shit!
a witch!
oh shit!
he found grandma!
oh shit!
it was the grand high witch!
oh shit!
they must stop them!
oh shit!
i cant watch this anymore
