Thursday, July 21, 2005

And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain
Howdy everyone.

First of all, I did NOT get a new horse. Heh. Just in case some of you thought otherwise. It would be wicked to have a horse though. I'd like one for two reasons.

1) To ride around at night dressed like a Nazgul (equipped of course with a real Nazgul sword) screeching and terrorizing any poor soul standing in the path of my hell stallion.

2) For a nice relaxing ride in the evening time. Or maybe a train robbery.

*laughs*

I'm getting way into this cowboy thing. But I’m so enjoying the hat. It blocks the sun and everything! And now I can tip my hat at people I want to greet. It's so wicked!

So last night, I jammed with the bandboys one last time (I'll explain this later). Surprisingly, I had plenty of energy to spend that night. We pretty much played nonstop for three hours. Literally. Once a song was done, someone would yell out what we were to play next, I clicked my sticks to count everyone in and we continued.

I think I deafened my band though. Good for them. We were confined to the small space of Mr. Guitarist's basement. Their amps were turned up pretty loud enough. Then I come in bashing away with my cymbals and snare. How did I avoid the hearing damage? Simple. I had earplugs. Non only did they protect my ears, they also made a great filter for our sound so it was easier for me to notices flaws etc.

It was great. I had such a drive to play my drums, I went all out. I created plenty of dents and such in my snare. Mainly because I used the rod technique with my sticks (which basically mean I hold my sticks upside down and use the handle end to drum. It's a heavier feel but allows for greater power. It's a shame it damages the drum heads though. But I was planning on replacing them soon anyway.) We played 99 Red Balloons just out of the blue. Then I accidentally hit my high-hat weird and started bleeding all over my snare. It was wicked until I realized I was bleeding my own blood.

Our live on August 18th is official and the bandboys are going to meet with the club manager. I won't be there though(I'll explain later). Last night we tried deciding our set list but it wasn't easy so it wasn't completed. They did turn to me for a lot of decision making though. They always do.

I'm starting to think a bit better of my band. They're goddamn morons but they're dedicated to the music and to me as a friend and bandmate. Sure, they lead effed up lives and the way they treat others and themselves is beyond anyone's imagination but they're my band. Idiots, yes. But they're MY idiots.

I bet you're wondering about what I'm to explain to you. I'll be missing out on jams and band stuff because I"m going on Vacation!

On Friday, I'll be off to Wasaga beach, a happy little summertime escape for the city people up North of where I live. Our family has a cottage there and we'll be spending almost every day under the sun and in the sand.

I'll be happily floating away on my inflated bed floaty thingy with cup holder. And maybe I'll splash in the water every now and then. But no, I can't swim. I'm scared to death of deep water. I'll eventually learn how to once I get that image of death's grip pulling my 7 year old body underwater in a cold swimming pool. *shudders* Stupid water...

Today, I hope to do some manga shopping so that I've something to pass the time during the relaxing nights there. Mmm mmm manga. And I'd also need to stock up on green tea. I couldn't imagine lasting a week without it.

And so, I will be gone for the next week or so. (I've no idea when I'm coming back.) This will be my last post for awhile so I wish you a good week or so ahead and much fun in the sun.

Take care everyone, I'll be back soon.

Cheers.

- enin -


Off I go..


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