| Oh Dearest Journal Why Must You DIE! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| August 12th, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| August 11th, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Just start. Damn, fucking sucks to be so far away from the band. Just two more days, and we can hang again, and then I can get this need to jam out of my system. I feel like a crackhead sometimes. I'd lick the bottoms of my shoes if I thought it would get me to that place. Well, I guess this first entry isn't going to be so long, but I've got to design as much of this website in as little time as possible. -T Oh Yeah, just remembered about the thing. I am really excited about sending in one of our songs to this "Sound Off" Contest at the EMP. If they select us, we'd play at a battle of the bands sort of thing in 2003. STOKED |
Going back to SF tomorrow. Plans to jam, go over new material, and rework some old tunes. Fuck Yeah! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| September 13th, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Although not much new material was finished or really started in SF, we still had a lot of fun playing our least prepared for gig to date. Special thanks goes out to Mr. Neighbor Dude. I woke up this morning with the worst pain in my left wrist and hand. It scared the shit out of me, really scared the living piss out of me. I am going to have to do laundry today. Been recording stuff on the ole computer, and sent some of it to Con the other day. Gonna send more when I have the chance. Looking forward to adding keyboard stuff once I have the power adaptors I left in SF. "I left my power adaptors in San Francisco." Playing gothic church music is so much fun. Oh, this chick I am playing bass for until November really pisses me off. She hardly practices, she sucks on guitar, and she's hard to work with, because the material is all in her head. IF we play, the crowd will tar and feather us. On that happy note - goodbye dearest journal. |
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| September 21st, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Yeah, I really think i am getting paranoid. My right index finger and the whole area where my finger joins my hand is sore as hell. I think working the bar at Tully's has really screwed up my hand. I might go to the doctor soon for it. YEAH! I got a Tele today. The real deal, no more knock-offs for me. It's not the exact model I want, but it will be better than any guitar I have owned yet. Lookin to change jobs, cuz this whole hand thing has really freaked me out. Heard a while ago that Guitar Center in Seattle was hiring, so I might apply there. I figure, i know enough about guitars, that I can get by for a while until I know EVERYTHING about guitars. Also, the discount wont exactly hurt me. I just need to figure out if I can live off the paychecks i'd get. Probably go by there on my next day off and check it out. Found and old poem/fragment I wrote a while ago, and am lookin forward to turnin it into a song. Thinkin of using it for this song I've wanted to write called Eroica (AES). Hope I've got the guitar stuff to live up to the lyrics I have. Normally don't write like this (lyrics first). |
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| September 22nd, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Found this just sittin around, figured I'd put it some place safe. So why not here, I mean, this could never come back to haunt me, right? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| September 29th, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Yeah, right now, I am supposed to be practicing with that chick, but she never showed up, and I am bored. Bought a guitar on ebay the other day. Early 90s Sunburst Tele. Haven't seen it yet, but I am sure I'll be happy with it. Although I have already begun fantacizing about other guitars (most importantly the guitar I plan on building, or at least putting together from old components). An early 70s mustang body, pickups from a '52 Tele, and a maple neck with black block inlays (possibly off an older Jaguar). Frankenguitar is his name. I've got a few other ideas, but those are minor details, you know, the little magical things one wishes he'd be able to do. Gonna go work on the rest of the site now. |
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| October 22nd, 2002 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lots of updates to the webpage. Almost finished with all our current album's lyrics pages, and did a bunch of other crap. Been having different odd pains in my wrists and fore arms. I think it is from work. Oh well, it'll get better, and they only last a few minutes. need to finish the rest of my planned updates. |
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