chimericalme

Shit. That's exactly what I'm gonna do tonight. Ok well maybe some laundry.

So I got into my first disagreement with a fellow bandmate and haven't played with this guy more then 2 hours. This guy is so old skewl it's sick. He's quite older then me so I had to respect my elder but it sure as hell didn't prevent me from telling him what I want from his rusty-bass playing ass. The argument stemmed from me playing a song "too fast" even though the guitarist and I, whom practice regularly, both agreed the song needs a fast drum beat. So bass boy tells me to sloooow it down. Fuck you no. So I then ask him if he's ever listened to Op Ivy. He says he doesn't care for them. I then proceed to shit a brick considering the comment he just made was pretty much blasphemous. I respected his opinion. I really did. But then wtf is he playing bass in a punk band?



The following is from one of my all time favorite rap songs:

"And now ya gotta an extra dose of gonorrhea that starts drippin from yer rear" - Lowdown Fromt the KIDS soundtrack. Which is a CLASSIC btw.