Thursday… played with Ludicra. The night was fine, minus my truck not going up hills and the smelly hobo clowns dancing at the show. Yes, hobo clowns… no, there was no mirth involved. Just stink. Send out the clowns.
Friday, saw Dawn of the Dead. Not bad… heads blew up, zombies ate people… no complaints here.
Saturday… my truck makes its final gasp as I’m picking up Ludicra’s guitarist and singer in SF. Irony of ironies… some guy had just offered to buy the truck off of me maybe an hour before, as is. I should’ve taken the offer. My lovely woman Keri took us to the show (I’m that guy) and we played. The stage was rushed. At least five fistfights broke out. One guy we kind of knew ended up punching our closer friend and he got whupped but good and ended up crashing through a plate glass window. Blood was everywhere. I love saying that. Blood was everywhere. Drank at our guitarists house in Santa Cruz while telling the Germans we played with not to throw us in the ovens. I don’t think they thought it was funny.
Got picked up on by two homeless guys this week. Man, I still got the ol’ charm.
Month: March 2004
my life…
Rocks.
Ludicra is finished with basic tracking. Christy, Laurie, John, Aesop, and our guests, Sansa, Ron, Sigrid, Jackie, and Kris rock. Billy Anderson rocks.
Impaled is getting the next album together. And we’re having a rockin’ porn photographer take photos of us soon… sweet! Sorry, ladies and gents, there will be no Impaled weiner for y’all to marvel at, just our rockin’ faces. Our new guitarist Jason rocks. The new songs rock. We might be recording with someone supercool who totally rocks.
My room at my house has got new shelves which allowed me to unpack my drawing table… which rocks. Got to work on my rockin’ idea for the Engorged seven inch cover; a band, who by the way, rocks.
I got to go to some rockin’ parties with Brian, George, Tony, the Nixter, Nahthan, Aaron, Dino, Neela, Julie, Koa, Josh, and other rockers forgotten in the haze of the evening. But everyone rocked.