What is with life and it's need to kick me in the balls?
While reeling from the comparative positive high of securing a test-run gig in Cottage Grove and a show with Demure and Kings and Vagabonds on Friday the 19th of July at Plew's Brews in north Portland, I was struck by three pieces of shitty news. The first being that I was forced to sign up for summer classes an apparent week late (sucking all the fun out of my summer, but hey, as long as I don't have to pay for another year of college, it's a small sacrifice), the second being that my roommate would be taking the Internet router and microwave- and wouldn't be back before the new landlady comes down to inspect the place.
Folks, I worked my ass off from the moment I got home from classes (4:30ish) until 1 in the goddamn morning. I swept, vacuumed, swept again because our vacuum is awful, rearranged furniture, replaced two lightbulbs, did three loads of laundry, cleaned every dish, stored the drum kit and my amplifiers, pruned at night with a flashlight, and most importantly reclaimed our yard from a year's worth of overgrowth and weeds. And I still haven't unpacked from Hawaii.
The third piece of bad news is that my bassist and his fianc discovered a massive water leak in their apartment and ate forced to move back to Astoria for the duration of the summer. This is going to put a real strain on band practice because he can't drive and couldn't afford the gas if he could. The current plan is that I store his gig/rehearsal amplifier at my house in Eugene and he can catch a bus to practice in Portland... which again strains things, as that we'd still have the same problem with the drummer coming down to Eugene to see his girlfriend every other week... only now the machine has more moving parts. Band practice is starting to remind me of planetary alignment...
I'm currently so caught up in all the whirlwind to figure out what to do yet... I want my summer back.
While reeling from the comparative positive high of securing a test-run gig in Cottage Grove and a show with Demure and Kings and Vagabonds on Friday the 19th of July at Plew's Brews in north Portland, I was struck by three pieces of shitty news. The first being that I was forced to sign up for summer classes an apparent week late (sucking all the fun out of my summer, but hey, as long as I don't have to pay for another year of college, it's a small sacrifice), the second being that my roommate would be taking the Internet router and microwave- and wouldn't be back before the new landlady comes down to inspect the place.
Folks, I worked my ass off from the moment I got home from classes (4:30ish) until 1 in the goddamn morning. I swept, vacuumed, swept again because our vacuum is awful, rearranged furniture, replaced two lightbulbs, did three loads of laundry, cleaned every dish, stored the drum kit and my amplifiers, pruned at night with a flashlight, and most importantly reclaimed our yard from a year's worth of overgrowth and weeds. And I still haven't unpacked from Hawaii.
The third piece of bad news is that my bassist and his fianc discovered a massive water leak in their apartment and ate forced to move back to Astoria for the duration of the summer. This is going to put a real strain on band practice because he can't drive and couldn't afford the gas if he could. The current plan is that I store his gig/rehearsal amplifier at my house in Eugene and he can catch a bus to practice in Portland... which again strains things, as that we'd still have the same problem with the drummer coming down to Eugene to see his girlfriend every other week... only now the machine has more moving parts. Band practice is starting to remind me of planetary alignment...
I'm currently so caught up in all the whirlwind to figure out what to do yet... I want my summer back.