[ Monday, March 31, 2003 ]
okay. take two.had a fucked up dream last night. it started off normal enough, i guess. me n' ben were jamming, playing some stage someplace, and this guy was sitting in with us on drums. he was pretty good, and seemed like a really nice guy. afterwards i was hanging out with him in this weird nightclub / hallway place, long couches built into the wall, lots of deep red velvet and stuff. at some point he was hitting on me, but i told him i wasn't into the boys, and that was fine, we got along famously after that...
after that was a have of hallways and pickup trucks and dusty streets.... the next clear part , me n' ben n' yeske are hanging out on this boat, in some kind of marina place. we look up in the sky above us, and there is this weird gyrocopter / crop duster thing, and these two wirey helicopters are trying to force it down out of the sky, keeping it away from the city. just then i notice on a t.v. screen in the boat that all sorts of shit is going down in chicago. an airliner had crashed onto a football stadium and the whole thing was in flames, and the news was saying that the u.s. airforce had shot down two other 747's near chicago.
we realize that shit is getting crazy, and that the crop duster thing above us is obviously bad news, so we start getting the hell out of there in the boat. unfortunately, the crop duster thing gets forced down out of the sky right towards us, and we get totally soaked by these drops of brown sticky liquid. I briefly wonder if i should jump into the ocean to try to wash it off, and then ryan says something like "well, i guess thats us..."... about that time my body starts tingling, like pins and needles over my whole body, and i woke up with some kind of scream.
yarr.
its good to have someone to cuddle with in these crazy times.
so. i get my guitar today!! !! !! damn. stoked. i might even zoom up to the guitar shack at lunch, if'n we've got paid already. waaaaaaw! as ron said this morning "it'll be like ten christmasses rolled into one"... $1700 ! that i probably could've just pissed away, really. its weird, i've never owned anything of similar value before. its kinda bizarre to think about. dizzy. ! :) :) :)
had a good weekend. played muchos rock & roll. yesterday we had a jazz farm jam, ryan arc ben n' me, with a little drum action from tom on the first few. it felt really good, seemed almost like we had a "sound"... insane stoner electro rock jam. good times. arc and myself had a good 'free jazz' work out too, arc on the drums and me on guitar, while we were waiting for the ben n' ryans of the world to arrive. probably a bit much to listen to, but it felt really good.
friday we had a killer metal jam. fuselage. i think that'll be the band name. damn it!! but i just looked it up on the net, and its taken by some shite arse dance/industrial loser band from california! http://artists.iuma.com/IUMA/Bands/Fuselage/ ... damn... but its so cheese! thats why we liked it! damn.
anyways, the metal jam slew, laid waste ! it was rad. curtis was hooped off his brain, he looked like plasteciene (sp?) , and was screaming either total yammered incoherencies, or else "mr fuck you man, mr fuck you man!" over and over and over. hard fucking core.
s'posedly we're going to break that shit out at the astoria tomorrow. beers on me.
saturday had good tunes too, did a bunch of ambient echo-y shit by myself, and then some stomping bluesy-hardcore jesus lizard type stuff with adam drumming. me and ben got together in the night, but we didn't really play too much, we more just hung out and shot the shit. which of course is also good.
yar. feels good to be doing so much rocking! i was kinda not inspired for a while, due to the poop-log nature of my current (soon to be retired) axe. was playing chris gloc's guitar over the weekend, he'd left it at the meatball... training myself to play on a real guitar. i got to quite like his , even though its prone to feedback. actually.. i was kinda working with the feedback, incorporating it stylistically. but i don't need no heavy ass les paul that used to belong to some guy in loverboy! hella no! bring on the jesus! the new axe~ !! shit ya! she needs a name tho.
playing chris's guitar made me realize that i really need to work on my technique. i've spent so long playing a guitar where i just have to force the shit out of everything i play, just in order to get it to happen, especially on leads. it'll be nice to be able to have a light touch. i started trying to modify my touch a bit over the weekend, but all those years of struggle are built right into my fingers. it'll be weird not to have to suffer so much to get the sounds out! good weird. iarrrrrrrr! iarrrrrrrarrararaR! the tone, man!! hhhhhha. two hours, maybe!! shit on seven sticks , !
mnmmhm.
Escaper [3/31/2003 01:34:00 PM]
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