[ Tuesday, June 17, 2003 ]
okay... lets try this again...so on my way back from lunch i started writing this country song... mighta been the heat acting on my brain.
lapdances aaand cocaine,
enough to drive a man insane
i got, no money and a hard oohwn,
and i don't wannna come down till dawn,
uh - lap uh dances aaaand cocaine
i'm high as fuck and feeling no pain
looks like i fell down these damn stairs again
and i don't giiiive a fuck.
look for it at a cobalt near you.
speaking of open mic nights, a bunch of us went down to the green room open mic last night. it was fucking BRUTAL. people were SO BAD. so bad, other dj's say damn. if sucking was a drug they'd sell it by the gram. they were so damn earnest, that's the thing. i don't think they had a clue as to how brutal they were. i mean, i don't wanna be a hater, but shit. we vowed never to go back. we later amended that vow, so if we do go back, we'll do medleys of every song we've ever written.
fuck, the songs they were playing were all so long, too. fuck. "i'm just gonna play another dixie chicks song, cuz they're my favourite" "i wrote this song the day after 9/11" (i was hoping that one would be about pussy) "(sung) this fantasy is just a dream"
ugh.
me n' curt rocked the house tho. we played last, him and then me, and we'd been there for hours listening to this shite. the only way i could get through was by heavy drinking, so i was pretty smashed when i hit the stage, but i think it went allright, i got some compliments from folks afterwards, which is nice.
i kinda felt like i was kicking it out punk style, a bit, at least, i felt a bit of that attitude. rockin it with some real shit :)
kinda reminded me a bit of when i was in vanderhoof. . i played in this fucked cover band (long story), anyways, we were s'posed to play , like, four sets a night, and our prima donna bitch singer wouldn't come down to sing, and the bar owner and patrons were getting antsy, and we were hanging around the stage looking like assholes, so dan(bass) asked me if i could sing any... i think i busted out a song i'd written which we'd done together before, and then like, "about a girl" by nirvana, and just screamed it at these people, i'd turned up my amp so there was this shitty tone, pretty distorted. it was brutal, i mean, i'm sure it sucked, but it sucked fucking HARD. one of the most punk moments of my life. so the bitch came back pretty quick. i think our soundman was worried we'd ruin the managers rep for ever. or maybe he was worried we'd get stomped. or just fired. i don't know.
i don't normally feel comfortable calling women/girls "bitch"... but in the case of this bitch, i feel its justified. ask me about it sometime. or don't. :)
so anyways, i think i wanna play the cobalt open mic tonight, to make up for the suckitude and utter ball-less-ness of last night. ROCK!
Escaper [6/17/2003 06:09:00 PM]
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