Holy shit did yesterday suck.
So it started off with the band going to Soundwave with our singer and drummer missing. Our singer ends up not being able to help load the equipment, and our drummer is still MIA, but possibly at work. After that, my girlfriend and I drive to Rasputin to see if he's working. I hop out and run in while she keeps circling. Apparently no one in Rasputin has heard of him. Strange.
Then I get a phone call from my girlfriend telling me she's pulled over because smoke is coming out of my engine and it's making loud strange noises. So I run over to where she parked, and it turns out my radiator is fucked. I call AAA to get a tow truck, and the fucking truck takes over an hour to get me. Our bass player drives over to give us a ride to the Chrysler dealer where the tow truck is taking it.
Meanwhile, we're late for the show we're supposed to be playing and our drummer is still MIA. Then our bass player tells me he found him upstairs at the back of Rasputin doing price gun stuff and won't be off until 7, though we were supposed to be there at 2. So we get to the Chrysler dealer, and the maintenance department is closed, even though I called them and they said they were open. Apparently the sales department likes to masquerade as maintenance to confuse and piss off its customers.
We then get a call from our drummer telling us his supervisor let him take an extra long lunch to play the show, so we speed back over there, grab him, and go to the show. My girlfriend decided not to come so she could see a friend one last time. So we play a horrrrrible set, our drummer goes back to work, our other guitarist (soon to be only guitarist) goes to work in Alameda, and so once again only a portion of the band, once again with me helping, load all the equipment back into Soundwave.
Now I'm carless with the entire evening ahead of my girlfriend and I (who ended up waiting and waiting at a bookstore for us to finish and pick her up) and we're stuck at home. Did I mention it was her last night in the Bay before she has to go back to Harvard?
I also came home with a note from the phone company saying they were changing my low-income discount because they haven't received the form I requested over a month ago but I only got in the mail four fucking days ago. So not only did they charge me to change to the discounted account, but now they're charging me for changing it back AND some kind of "form not returned" fee. Fuck that shit and fuck SBC. Argh!
Did I mention that I owe rent and don't even have $100 in my bank account? Uh oh.
My apologies for such an angry post.
On a lighter note, she's flying me out to Boston for Valentine's Day.
Too bad it's gonna be ass cold!
So it started off with the band going to Soundwave with our singer and drummer missing. Our singer ends up not being able to help load the equipment, and our drummer is still MIA, but possibly at work. After that, my girlfriend and I drive to Rasputin to see if he's working. I hop out and run in while she keeps circling. Apparently no one in Rasputin has heard of him. Strange.
Then I get a phone call from my girlfriend telling me she's pulled over because smoke is coming out of my engine and it's making loud strange noises. So I run over to where she parked, and it turns out my radiator is fucked. I call AAA to get a tow truck, and the fucking truck takes over an hour to get me. Our bass player drives over to give us a ride to the Chrysler dealer where the tow truck is taking it.
Meanwhile, we're late for the show we're supposed to be playing and our drummer is still MIA. Then our bass player tells me he found him upstairs at the back of Rasputin doing price gun stuff and won't be off until 7, though we were supposed to be there at 2. So we get to the Chrysler dealer, and the maintenance department is closed, even though I called them and they said they were open. Apparently the sales department likes to masquerade as maintenance to confuse and piss off its customers.
We then get a call from our drummer telling us his supervisor let him take an extra long lunch to play the show, so we speed back over there, grab him, and go to the show. My girlfriend decided not to come so she could see a friend one last time. So we play a horrrrrible set, our drummer goes back to work, our other guitarist (soon to be only guitarist) goes to work in Alameda, and so once again only a portion of the band, once again with me helping, load all the equipment back into Soundwave.
Now I'm carless with the entire evening ahead of my girlfriend and I (who ended up waiting and waiting at a bookstore for us to finish and pick her up) and we're stuck at home. Did I mention it was her last night in the Bay before she has to go back to Harvard?
I also came home with a note from the phone company saying they were changing my low-income discount because they haven't received the form I requested over a month ago but I only got in the mail four fucking days ago. So not only did they charge me to change to the discounted account, but now they're charging me for changing it back AND some kind of "form not returned" fee. Fuck that shit and fuck SBC. Argh!
Did I mention that I owe rent and don't even have $100 in my bank account? Uh oh.
My apologies for such an angry post.
On a lighter note, she's flying me out to Boston for Valentine's Day.
Too bad it's gonna be ass cold!
i ho[e you're feeling better, despite the craziness. i can totally relate to the having to pay a ridiculous amount of rent and having nothing but a quarter to my name. fuck it all.
and hey, you can borrow my jacket.
-neko
That guy just moved here from NYC, so I don't think he's gonna relocate. I'm just not into playing traditional rockabilly right now. I love that music, but it's certainly not inspiring me right now. You can only do so much with it. It has been my passion for very well over 10 years, but like Elvis said,
"That don't MOVE me! Let's get real gone for a change!"
Yeah, whatever. Definitely been digging my punk roots lately. Good luck with the rest of the week!