With Gusto

Twas a weekend of drumming

Listening to the Amps right now with a couple of fried eggs and a bagel in my stomach.
I'm in that space between semesters, when there's nothing to do because Kazaa doesn't want to download the right Sims patch that I need. I'm getting a little bored of Vice City. You can only kill so many people before things get redundant. And forget about the plot!

T.M. recorded Jay, Ryan and I this past weekend and hopefully by the end of May we'll have a full-length studio album on our hands. On the second day of recording I was waiting outside the studio with T.M. when Jay pulled up in his Datsun. I pointed up towards a tree and said, "There's a plastic bag up in that Garry Oak."
Jay looked up and a white plastic bag was rustling in the branches about fifty feet above us.
"The eyes of a hawk," T.M. said.
"Is that a hawk?" I said. And it was. A hawk flew above the plastic bag.
"Just gotta ask," T.M. said.
"A sea of dew," someone said. "A virgin's ear." We all started making strange requests.
The rest of the day went fine. Twas a weekend of drumming.
After the first day of recording I took J. out to a party where I drummed the shit out of a little hand held drum. Then after the second day of recording I rehearsed with S-L, the other band.
It's Wednesday and I'm still feeling tired. But I'll be getting out of that soon. It's time to wake up, but all I want to do is watch the clouds go by and create strange realities on the Sims.

The Monday night thing was a gong-show. Drunk all day, watching movies and relaxing. I wrote from the point of view of a puppet's shadow being cast against a wall. I haven't been the same since.