We have a new guy trying out on bass on Monday. It's sort of scary. He's 34. I'm not opposed to this, but he sure as hell had better be an awesome bass player. And he'd better dress wellish. Image is somewhat important, y'know.
This rules us out of any of the youth-type giggage. We will have to promote a little harder when all things come to fruitiion.
I have plans with George for the next two Fridays. She asked me if I would like to come along to see Antiskeptic at the Entertainment Centre next Friday, and even though I had to do some reasearch as to who Antiskeptic were, I agreed immediately all the same. I had also formally asked her if she would like to do something with me, just her and I, sometime this week. Our schedules do not really permit this. BUT, there is a band thing going on that she invited me to go to with her and her friends. I felt like I might've been intruding but I have been assured that this is not the case.
I need to start making the best out of my opportunities and not let bad things happen, or dwell on the bad things over the good things. Every time I see a local band (even sometimes touring bands - I did this with 67 Special even though I bought both of their EP's after I saw them - they were good enough despite my problems with them) I proceed to tell whoever I am with all of the things they are doing wrong. Here are some examples.
Decanting the Pride: I like what they're trying to do, they just aren't good enough at their instruments yet. And none of them can sing. Perhaps they should look into that.
Some crappy covers band at Molly Malones: They're using SM57 micrphones draped over their guitar amps - these are uni-directional mics used on their sides! WRONG.
Some band at some high school battle of the bands: They would be good if they had a good drummer. For instance, if I was in their band.
Before the Uprise: Well... pretty much everything you guys do sucks, and you don't deserve any kind of success. You're all terrible musicians and you write pretty bad songs too.
I'm a negative nancy. And a bitch.
But for George's sake, I will enjoy the bands, and enjoy her company. And maybe try and make out with her a little.
AND tonight I brought up the elusive Zildjian K ride cymbal (aka my dream ride) with Bjarne and it looks like it's going to be MINE!
This rules us out of any of the youth-type giggage. We will have to promote a little harder when all things come to fruitiion.
I have plans with George for the next two Fridays. She asked me if I would like to come along to see Antiskeptic at the Entertainment Centre next Friday, and even though I had to do some reasearch as to who Antiskeptic were, I agreed immediately all the same. I had also formally asked her if she would like to do something with me, just her and I, sometime this week. Our schedules do not really permit this. BUT, there is a band thing going on that she invited me to go to with her and her friends. I felt like I might've been intruding but I have been assured that this is not the case.
I need to start making the best out of my opportunities and not let bad things happen, or dwell on the bad things over the good things. Every time I see a local band (even sometimes touring bands - I did this with 67 Special even though I bought both of their EP's after I saw them - they were good enough despite my problems with them) I proceed to tell whoever I am with all of the things they are doing wrong. Here are some examples.
Decanting the Pride: I like what they're trying to do, they just aren't good enough at their instruments yet. And none of them can sing. Perhaps they should look into that.
Some crappy covers band at Molly Malones: They're using SM57 micrphones draped over their guitar amps - these are uni-directional mics used on their sides! WRONG.
Some band at some high school battle of the bands: They would be good if they had a good drummer. For instance, if I was in their band.
Before the Uprise: Well... pretty much everything you guys do sucks, and you don't deserve any kind of success. You're all terrible musicians and you write pretty bad songs too.
I'm a negative nancy. And a bitch.
But for George's sake, I will enjoy the bands, and enjoy her company. And maybe try and make out with her a little.
AND tonight I brought up the elusive Zildjian K ride cymbal (aka my dream ride) with Bjarne and it looks like it's going to be MINE!
I'm sitting at an internet cafe in Sydney. I have had a SPECTACULAR time so far and have purchased an absolutely stunning 60s style red and white polkadotted dress which is snug as snug til just below my waist and then goes out and swirls. It's incredible.
Hope you're well and things all go wonderfully with Miss George.