we played a show last night. not our best, but not our worst. it sucked cuz not all the bands were there on time so we didn't get on stage until almost 1am and played to about 10 people. i knew it was going to happen. almost made me not even want to stick around, but it was good practice. plus i'm super glad that travis and shambles came out. i was totally not expecting that. it ruled.
however, mike has a drinking problem. not that this is anything new, but it's hard to go through a night of band related activity without there being some kind of drama from him. it sucks and i don't really know what to do about it. he got drunk and started acting like typical drunk mike. when we got on stage, some people who have come to know him as "magic tricks" from the stunts he pulls on stage started chanting at him to do one. so he ends up breaking a beer bottle and jamming it into his forehead. he started bleeding everywhere. no... more like GUSHING. i mean his face, shirt, guitar, the floor in front of him, the mic he was using, the setlist by me, were COVERED in blood. it was fucking nuts. then i had to drive him home to which he protested multiple times, but finally i ended up driving him home. he passed out partially on the way. he was upset over some girl he likes. it sucked. that guy has some issues. sometimes it makes it hard to be friends with him. it DEFINATELY makes it hard to be in a band with him.
sometimes it's driven me to the point of almost just wanting to quit the band. but after all the hard work i've put into it, it would be only right that he be the one who goes. however the band is kind of split on that idea, so we get stuck. i guess i just wish we had someone a little more stable playing with us. i almost killed his ass on tour. the first week i was so close to just beating his ass.
i know what keeps me going is my addiction to it. i'm addicted to the band. it sounds dumb, but it's true. it's what i look foward to, it's my livelyhood. it's not wanting people to know who i am or money or fame, it's that i'm up there venting. i'm basically telling everyone about shit i hate, memories, relfections, shit like that, and they're rocking out to it. that's amazing. i guess i do it for me, but i do it for people too. if people don't react when we play, and just stand there arms folded, it upsets me. some bands get real lame about people not dancing when they play. i understand sometimes you just don't feel like it. so i don't get on the crowd if they're not moving. it's just one of those times when you see a mass of kids going ass crazy though that makes it all worth it.
man, i'm lame. i just realized how much i talk about my band. not like any of you care. i mean we're just some no name kids making abrasive noise. but i guess i talk about it so much because it's one of the most important things to me in life. only my hot sexy piece of ass comes before it
. speaking of which, she's at work. gay. i'm probably going to pass out soon, cuz i didn't get shit for sleep last night.
oh yeah, and we got a show for halloween. which is important to me. halloween is like fuckin christmas and playing a show on halloween is super important to me. i don't know why it just is. but if any of you over 21-ers in the KC area wanna stop by malloy's on all hallows eve, we'll be rockin it.
however, mike has a drinking problem. not that this is anything new, but it's hard to go through a night of band related activity without there being some kind of drama from him. it sucks and i don't really know what to do about it. he got drunk and started acting like typical drunk mike. when we got on stage, some people who have come to know him as "magic tricks" from the stunts he pulls on stage started chanting at him to do one. so he ends up breaking a beer bottle and jamming it into his forehead. he started bleeding everywhere. no... more like GUSHING. i mean his face, shirt, guitar, the floor in front of him, the mic he was using, the setlist by me, were COVERED in blood. it was fucking nuts. then i had to drive him home to which he protested multiple times, but finally i ended up driving him home. he passed out partially on the way. he was upset over some girl he likes. it sucked. that guy has some issues. sometimes it makes it hard to be friends with him. it DEFINATELY makes it hard to be in a band with him.
sometimes it's driven me to the point of almost just wanting to quit the band. but after all the hard work i've put into it, it would be only right that he be the one who goes. however the band is kind of split on that idea, so we get stuck. i guess i just wish we had someone a little more stable playing with us. i almost killed his ass on tour. the first week i was so close to just beating his ass.
i know what keeps me going is my addiction to it. i'm addicted to the band. it sounds dumb, but it's true. it's what i look foward to, it's my livelyhood. it's not wanting people to know who i am or money or fame, it's that i'm up there venting. i'm basically telling everyone about shit i hate, memories, relfections, shit like that, and they're rocking out to it. that's amazing. i guess i do it for me, but i do it for people too. if people don't react when we play, and just stand there arms folded, it upsets me. some bands get real lame about people not dancing when they play. i understand sometimes you just don't feel like it. so i don't get on the crowd if they're not moving. it's just one of those times when you see a mass of kids going ass crazy though that makes it all worth it.
man, i'm lame. i just realized how much i talk about my band. not like any of you care. i mean we're just some no name kids making abrasive noise. but i guess i talk about it so much because it's one of the most important things to me in life. only my hot sexy piece of ass comes before it
. speaking of which, she's at work. gay. i'm probably going to pass out soon, cuz i didn't get shit for sleep last night.
oh yeah, and we got a show for halloween. which is important to me. halloween is like fuckin christmas and playing a show on halloween is super important to me. i don't know why it just is. but if any of you over 21-ers in the KC area wanna stop by malloy's on all hallows eve, we'll be rockin it.
Is he allright? No stitches or anything?
What a dumbass. Although, I do miss him and you can tell him that.