The Antidote

Dripping with sars
its draining out through my pores
i'm dying to see you,
the antidote
dripping with sarcasm
overlying my heart spasms
i'm dying to see you,
the antidote
before I go
before I know what hit me

did you switch my drink while my back was turned?
your consistency this poison that burns?
i'm not seeing on your face
a look of concern

the sun is breaking any moment i'll be turned to stone
i'm dying to see you,
the antidote

did you switch my heart with a cold, black stone?
do you miss me less when you are alone?
i'm not seeing on your face
you even want me home

dripping with spite
its draining out of your eyes
i'm dying to see you,
the antidote
dripping with sarcasm
overlying my heart spasms
i'm dying to see you,
the antidote
before I go..
before I know what hit me

copywright '04 somnambulant records

I'm being slowly poisoned.

Attention:
Whoever is slowly poisoning me, please stop. You are starting to make me angry. I could barely breathe yesterday and I couldn't sing so hot either.
My body should be thanking me for the recent cease and desist of a particular ugly vice. Instead it's all kinds of pissed off at me. I've been more sick since Halloween than I have the last five years.

sleepeater rocked the Urban Hermit last night. Well, I did the best I could in between sniffles and coughs. We left the keyboard home for this gig which was a good idea considering the small space. This little coffee shop was packed full of folks we didn't know, along with friends from Verm and Sufu. Thanks friends! sleepeater revealed a new song, "Ghost Story Pt. 1", which made all the spirits in the room dance and move people's possessions.
Thanks also to Billy Yost for the photography. Pics will be posted soon.
I'm going back to bed, where I will soon die.

This is where I'd rather be...

This is where my bro Cory and I put down a serious game of frisbee golf this summer. Atop a mountain in the Colorado Rockies. You had to take a ski lift just to get up to it. Ski runs were fairways and the some of the holes were ridiculously long. Almost as long as the word ridiculously. The game took us hours and we were totally beat. At least we got to ride a lift down the mountain. Oh wait. We didn't because the lift was broke when we finished playing. We could have waited for a bus, but we were in a hurry so we ran/rolled DOWN THE MOUNTAIN! At the bottom I collapsed and wished for death. When that didn't work, I got up and went to the ticket counter and demanded my money back for the lift ticket. After some excellent arguing I walked away satisfied with half of what we paid. It was a beautiful, sunny day.
Anyways,
the weather now is death and I'm taking a mental vacation.

Its been 1 day since I left Zach on an open road in Omaha...

Danny and I rolled up to the Sokol Underground in Omaha to see a huge line of kids that winded down the block. We looked at each other, "wha..?" Then we noticed the marquee:

17
Kottonmouth Kings
Anchondo

Ohhh, we're downstairs, so, KK upstairs. Yaaay! We're smart! We figured it out!
Anyways, the two of us (Z to the P drove separately with a friend) had to park and unload on the street, right in front of the main door, directly through the line (ten deep) of kids. We locked the van after every trip so kids wouldn't walk off with gear, and it took us forever. It was funny because kids and old guys kept asking us for extra tickets and back-stage passes. We felt like real roadies!
Sleepeater opened the show, and rock was had by all. We had a cool sound guy which is rare, he plays in a band called the jazzwholes. We almost had no sound man as there was a little mix-up with scheduling, but Hector and the boys called their connections and pulled out a cool show.
Thanks Anchondo! You rock.

>special thanks to Eric Miller (from Band from Earth). Not only is he a wicked player and songwriter, the guy is an awesome git-fiddle worker-oner. (or an incredible craftsman/restorer/electronics guru if you want to get technical.) He did some amazing work on my '76 Fender Mustang, and I pooped a little when I saw/heard it. Thanks Eric!

Fear and Loathing in Phil's Pub

saturday night rock with sleepeater and the very excellent Band from Earth.
Details on the adventures after the show when finals are over.

someone be our friend, please

go to myspace.com and become our friend. right now our only friend is the guy who created myspace, and he's everybodys friend. He looks so lonely sitting down there all by himself. I would be my own friend, but, well, I don't like myself. I find myself to be rather snooty.

Sarah, my lovely wife, is the manager of the fine comedy club here in town. This weeks comedian is the Chinaman from the BOB & TOM SHOW. I worked graveyards all last year and listened to B & T on my way home everyday. I love those guys. Anyway, the chinaman was apparantly good friends with Dimebag and gave Sarah some personalized guitar picks from the man, from the man's house. So, there you go.

I'm wearing my Pantera concert t-shirt from the Great Southern Trendkill tour today. and tomorrow. and the next. until I feel like it, okay? so step off.

Mourning the loss of a guitar hero today

and I am just sick to my stomach and heartbroken. Pantera was the first metal show I attended way back in the day and Dimebag was a huge influence on me in the early days. I even had a lifesize cardboard cutout of him and his Washburn in my room. In the dark the thing would really freak you out. I've been following his career for ten years now. I've read/seen countless articles on him and he always came across as a nice, down-to-earth, genuine guy. I own two issues of the '96 Guitar World when he was on the cover. From the news it seems as if he was targeted, but the stories seem pretty sketchy. Vinnie Paul may have been shot as well. Isn't the world just awesome? yay.
I"ll miss you, Dime

R.I.P.

Pre-Production Continues

Some good work was done tonight with sleepeater. Some bits were added/changed in Matter Stille, and a run-through of Corydoor was fairly rockin considering the rust on our fingers. These were the only songs we worked on and they were recorded for further critiquing. We're picking the songs apart one by one to improve and tighten them up.
I know that Danny and I have never been happy with a recording we were on so we are trying to do this one right. I fear it is too late to dumb it all down. I may actually have to learn the parts I've made up.

Note: spellchecker's word for sleepeater?

cleopatra

To little, to late.

Ah. Finals week.
I can't say I really like those people who have their term papers ready weeks in advance and have no stress because they are well prepared. What's the fun in that? I much prefer typing all night long in a clock-watching panic, wondering with how much ease the professor will see through my loosely-built skeleton of nonsense. Also, professors don't appreciate a reply of
"...because I just don't care that much."

Some said it couldn't be done

Meg: showing off her skills
Jack: showing he could care less