How My Friend Poo Almost Got Us Stabbed, Or Shot, Or Mugged, Or Something Else Quite Terrible

the other evening we ventured on down to the local vendor. the night was pleasant and we were in good spirits. Upon entrance of the establishment a weird scene is going down between the clerk and two real shady lookin fellas. we took our time, collected the parcels we deemed necessary and made our way up to the counter where the two shady fellas were still hanging out. They finally finish their business and shuffle on out. Poo starts payin the really pale clerk. The door opens and the shadiest of the shady fellas walks back in, unbeknownst to the Poo, who in a brilliantly clear voice pronounces to the clerk,
"Jeez, those guys were a couple of complete morons, huh?"
I am gripped in an utter fear as the rather large shady fellow walks right by and says,
"Who?" (in a unbelieving, "you're not making fun of me right now are you? cause I can kill you." type of voice tone.)
Poo replies:
"Oh, just these two guys who walked out as you were walking in."
Shady guy continues on by with a furrowed look of confusion.

At this point in time I peed a little in my pants. This was so scary because big shady guy forgot a 40oz and stood with it right behind me, burning the back of my head with his glare.
Poo did not get a good look at the big shady guy the first time because he was happily oblivious to the mounting tension. Really pale clerk guy and me exchanged looks of panic and I threw down my cash for my items as quickly but as calm and cool as possible, as if I didn't know what just happened, although I'm pretty sure my shaking hands gave me away. As I hurry off I hear big, crazy, shady guy say, "That was weird..."
I didn't stick around to wait for shady guy to figure out he'd been insulted. I grabbed Poo, (who was having a nice convo with a friend he'd met on the way out,) and began to haul ass. Luckily, with some quick, ninja-like manuevers, we escaped without injury.

Poo could not be convinced of the story until I showed him where I peed myself.
Now that's a friend--

West--To Seek Our Riches

That's it. No more revisions. No more second guesses. No more "we'll fix it in the mix." No more chances. No more mixes. Today's the day. Off it went to sunny LA to be mastered. 9 little ditties we recorded all the way back in April are coming to their final resting place. RIP little ditties. God speed. Be mastered well and we'll see you in a few days. I'm sure you will come back better than ever. Thanks a ton to mixing extraordinaire, Jon Hegg, who disproved one of my favorite sayings. As it turns out, a very finely polished turd is making its way west.

That's Hot

I'm almost 25 and I'm still scared of the world and everything just as much as I was when I was a kid. More so, actually. At least when I was a kid I figured that someone would tell me what was up when I got older.

That's hot.

I'm on my way to the show. Plans change and now we play real early. I can't wait to reveal our new batch of ditties. I'm sure that they will blow the cook away.

what's that?

there isn't a cook on tonight?

oh.

well.

damn.

next time then?

love,
D

Won a battle, but lost the war

The year-long struggle has ended on a vicious turn of events. I broke down inside. Finally. after all this time.. this effort. this struggle to complete one tiny little mission. one tiny act of a miracle of shoving nature in its face with a pacemaker. slapping it in its mouth. right in the mouth. nope. so close. so close to the pot of gold. so close to the rainbow with a pot of gold at the end of it. so close to that rainstorm to make a rainbow with some gold at the end of it and then laughing at nature right in its face. ha.
if we got everything we wanted well then that would be so much better, wouldn't it? but my spirit is crushed. ive been broked down silly. i brought out a damn plastic box for the damn cat. Happy now you little beatrices?
whatever.

Skate or Die

AND THERE'S THE RAINBOW!!!

Last night I went to Iowa to watch my great friends and inspirations, ZachyPoo and William Tragedy (see the link to his blog over there-->) perform in a play production of "Hedwig and the Angry Itch" (or Inch, I can never remember.) It was fantastic and I was in awe of my fancy-pants friends. They were so good!! I could have used more of Zach's bass in the mix, but I'm completely positive he was right on point as always. And Billy just makes me sick. You won't make any friends by being good at everything, kiddo, so you better cool your jets. The kid hit the skins like a madman, never dropped a beat, and now we can't be friends. So shove off. Unfortunately, I have to work with that silly genius Poo every day. What a drag. (<-- SARCASM.)

A Foot Ladder To Heaven

sleepeater performs a short notice set tonight at the brickhouse.

In other, more important news, Jack pooped behind the couch with no regard for my feelings. perhaps he's getting me back for being all attitudy-judy lately.

Intoxicated With The Madness

I'm in love with my sadness.

I frequent an establishment. This establishment has begun the tradition of having a "band" come in on Tuesdays. The band is a cover band. The cover band plays songs from the 70's and 80's. The singer/guitar player is a DJ for a radio station that plays songs from the 70's and 80's. The last time they played there wasn't an empty table. ... ...
No further ranting necessary, right? I mean, c'mon people! Haven't ya heard enough classic hits from the 70's and 80's all damn day on the radio? Please, for the love of the Lord, play Frampton's "Do You Feel Like I Do?" one more time for me, PLEASE!!! I haven't heard that song since...last hour. Follow me, little sheep. Instead of that lame old small-town radio personality, follow me my little friends. Follow me to a winter wonderland of leprechauns and rainbows and oompa-loompas and chocolate rivers. We'll eat candy-canes all day and dream of a world who, like me (and perhaps you) can reminisce about old times with A RECORD and not some pasty (I'm not putting down pasty here, as I am quite on the paler side of white myself--just laying down a description for ya,) grandpa with an acoustic guitar.
Its 2005, people.
Wake up.
Drink Pepsi.
Santana forever.
Woke up this mornin, with a wine glass in my hand.

Word.