i've not been myself as of late.
and sometimes i feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
ive been somewhat on the depressive side the past couple of days.
it comes and goes. one minute i can be totally fine and the next i just want to burst into tears.
today i tried taking my mind off of things by cleaning my room.
then i started moving shit around.. then i started looking through records.
then i decided to finally go to http://www.recordnerd.com and finally start an account
so i started and i was just going to do 7" and 10" 's
i got in a grove and kept going.
6.5 hours later, i finally finished with all of my vinyl.
although i know i have more. i think burrows has at least 10 of my records.
while going through all of my records i got to thinking about where i was when i bought it.
or when and why i bought it. and i started to reminice about them. it was pretty cool.
for instance... i went through and came across the Compound Red 7" and remembered the time i bought that.
it was 1995 and i was visiting tony (aloha) at bowling green university. and we went down to more than music fest in columbus.
and i remember the first band we saw was Compound Red, and i was blown away so i bought the 7". But then made me remember all the amazing bands that played this TINY VFW hall. i saw Avail, His Hero is Gone, Jenny Piccolo, Charles Bronson, Mk Ultra, Locust, and many more amazing bands. It was such a turning point in my life in music that year.
so as i went through the records, and remembered the old days, joe comes up and tells me the downstairs neighbors are fighting again. this time probaly the most intense since we moved in. shit was getting deep. so i told joe to call the cops. and we did.. we didnt want to be here when the cops came so we went to the store. while walking back the cops were there, we felt awkward so we walked around the block. finally went back and talked to the cops and got in the car and drove around.
we ended up at the park. we swang on the swings for a bit.
which was totally weird because i dont think ive swung on swings in over 10 years.
then joe rode the rocky lion thingy. whatever they are called.. it was pretty funny.
we were both nervous to come home because we thought we were gonna get beat up or something.
but we needed to call the cops. this shit happens at least 3 times a week. it gets old fast and we never know if someone is going to get hurt, it is that intense.
with all said and done..
here is my list on record nerd.com
http://www.recordnerd.com/lists/ryedood
also dudes..
tomorrow is the FINAL Karate for Kids show.
with Latterman. PLEASE go to the Tower.
and sometimes i feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
ive been somewhat on the depressive side the past couple of days.
it comes and goes. one minute i can be totally fine and the next i just want to burst into tears.
today i tried taking my mind off of things by cleaning my room.
then i started moving shit around.. then i started looking through records.
then i decided to finally go to http://www.recordnerd.com and finally start an account
so i started and i was just going to do 7" and 10" 's
i got in a grove and kept going.
6.5 hours later, i finally finished with all of my vinyl.
although i know i have more. i think burrows has at least 10 of my records.
while going through all of my records i got to thinking about where i was when i bought it.
or when and why i bought it. and i started to reminice about them. it was pretty cool.
for instance... i went through and came across the Compound Red 7" and remembered the time i bought that.
it was 1995 and i was visiting tony (aloha) at bowling green university. and we went down to more than music fest in columbus.
and i remember the first band we saw was Compound Red, and i was blown away so i bought the 7". But then made me remember all the amazing bands that played this TINY VFW hall. i saw Avail, His Hero is Gone, Jenny Piccolo, Charles Bronson, Mk Ultra, Locust, and many more amazing bands. It was such a turning point in my life in music that year.
so as i went through the records, and remembered the old days, joe comes up and tells me the downstairs neighbors are fighting again. this time probaly the most intense since we moved in. shit was getting deep. so i told joe to call the cops. and we did.. we didnt want to be here when the cops came so we went to the store. while walking back the cops were there, we felt awkward so we walked around the block. finally went back and talked to the cops and got in the car and drove around.
we ended up at the park. we swang on the swings for a bit.
which was totally weird because i dont think ive swung on swings in over 10 years.
then joe rode the rocky lion thingy. whatever they are called.. it was pretty funny.
we were both nervous to come home because we thought we were gonna get beat up or something.
but we needed to call the cops. this shit happens at least 3 times a week. it gets old fast and we never know if someone is going to get hurt, it is that intense.
with all said and done..
here is my list on record nerd.com
http://www.recordnerd.com/lists/ryedood
also dudes..
tomorrow is the FINAL Karate for Kids show.
with Latterman. PLEASE go to the Tower.
i get weird and depressive sometimes. not as much lately. however, i'm still neuotic and i worry that people i care about don't like me. blah. sucky.