four-ten in the am, no rest. . . failed the alberta test. . . work in six hours. . . bought a super-great bathrobe and also a cheap mp3 player. . . . love them both. . . to death. . . gig last saturday at book launch was lame. . . not the reading, nor the book. . . both were great. . . two bands did have to play in 15 minutes worth of time. . .. rock band angry . . . maybe the drummer took time off work? . . nights of rehearsals . . . practising for hours and hours . . . packing gear . . . set up . . . take down . . . for eight minutes of play. . . . i didn't care. . . i had a goddamned accordian and an out of tune voice. . . as if i cared how long I played . . . less to be pissed about. . . . back stage at reading was great. . . large open room, devoid of people . . . plush couches . . . rye-cokes . . . no schmooze. I am alumni.
Posted by matty-b at March 29, 2006 4:24 AMHow can you fail an Alberta test when you drink rye cokes? Drinking rye cokes practically makes you an Albertan.
Posted by: Clifford's Mojo at March 29, 2006 9:11 PM"I am the Scotsburrough boys ..."
Posted by: joy at March 30, 2006 9:35 AM