Party Pooper Positivity

was spewing out of me mouth.

was part of my first ever surprise party ever on Friday, ever. The Undertone Trio and about 30-40 family and friends of someone sat in a dark, hot room for what seemed like 2 or 3 minutes. Then the birthday girl arrived. About 30-40 "shushes" took place. Then a little girl not hiding in the room yelled real loud, "They're hear, be quiet!!" Thanks for ruining everything, little girl. I know who I'm NOT inviting to my next surprise party.
I dressed as a party pooper saturday night at the show. I think at the age of 25, I reserve the right to not wear a COSTUME because corporate america wants me to buy into their comsumer bullyhoo. "But it's just havin' a little fun," you say, all giggly behind your mask. Ha. First it's "wear a costume and pretend you're a ninja." then it's "wear this COSTUME and pretend you're a SOLDIER." No thank you. I'll put on a black tshirt and jeans and pretend I'm not a socially inept fidget-monger, just like always.

Besides, what if something happens? Like my friend who spent some time in jail dressed in a cute devils outfit? They made her take off her horns to get her mug shot.

Amesome!!

as I refer to it now, is a lot farther away than you might think. Nice folk there, though. Took good care of ole' Sleepeater. We were given the option of our water being chilled or at room temperature. I looked around for the hidden camera. It was sure a nice change from the feeling of being a 2nd class nuisance that we usually have at outta town shows. The room was packed full of kids and they were real nice to us. Oh My God is such a fantastic band it's silly. Look em up on myspace if ya don't know.
Tomorrow we do a cash gig at a party. Does anyone know how to play Happy Birthday? I honestly don't know. I honestly don't care. Scratch that. I would positively love to know!! Come crash a party with us!! Before the end of the world.

Wolf Blitzer Jr.

What's That Smell?

we said as we rolled into Vermillion. uh oh. it's somewhat familiar. yep. the van's on fire again. hmmm. triple-A is the most wonderful thing. you know what else is wonderful? our friends in Vermillion. all of them. they are lovely folk who all came out to the big rock show where room to stand was scarce because of the density of peeps. Now that's my kind of show. I don't blame them--at one point I did a cartwheel off the stage with the grace of a young Grace Kelly. but, enough about me.
A review of Sleepeater's debut album can be found in the latest edition of Sioux Falls Access. The writer said some real nice things and that sure is neato. Go ahead and pick one up and I'll sign it and you can frame it and hang it on your wall and show yer friends and sell tickets and argue with your spouse over profits and get a divorce and win the relic in court and burn it when you realize it ruined your life.
After the show, I "ollied" off a two-step which I thought was totally rad. Perhaps I should address my new obsession since I've received many phone calls concerning the dangers of said obsession, as well as countless emails regarding the foolishness of picking up such a sport at a delicate age. Well, me friends, it basically boils down to what is scientifically known as my quarter-life crisis. It's my mid-life crisis Corvette slimmed down to a piece of wood with sandpaper on it. And yes, I do feel dumb, and yes, it is a long way to fall nowadays, and yes, I have saved hundreds in gas money, and yes, you are getting really old, really fast, too. But it's cool! It's totally sexy!!
I'm pushing positive energy out at you right now!
Can you feel that?
uhhh na na, na na

Happy Anniversary!!

to me!! or to my bloggy thingy. it's one year old!!
wow. how neat. 110 posts of pure genius. that's an average of 2-3 posts a week. who knew I had so much interesting stuff to say.
ah, so many great stories, like the one on the bus found here: http://sleepeater.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_sleepeater_archive.html
or my philosophical meanderings in "kiss my grits" found here: http://sleepeater.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_sleepeater_archive.html

all that brilliant writing, and I still can't figure out how to put my picture on this thing.

I am a little impressed with myself. this is the longest attempt at any journal-type deal for me ever. it is quite interesting to go back and review thoughts and feelings running through my head on any given day. one consistent theme that I found rather depressing is my obsession with negativity. Negative Nancy, I am. Or, hopefully, were. For this next year I am going to try to change it up. Be positive. Always look on the bright side of my life. It could be worse, I could have a hundred-pound leg. Plus, nobody wants to hang out with a Negative Nancy. Sure, I'm great company, hilarious, quick-witted, handsome, well-read, popular, good with kids, good with parents, good in the sack, and fashionable, so why not top it off with some positive energy?
Yeah, mos def.
we'll check back in a year and see how we're doin.
aiight?
peace out,
your vaccine to birdy flu

I Love You

thanks for comin down to Phils on friday and making it totally rock. You're neat.

October + Rock =

Octobrock!!
hey, isnt' that a cool combination of those two words? Yea, I think I'm pretty clever, too. I mean, they just go together, ya know?
anywho,
come out to the show tonight at Phil's!! Its the best show in town tonight, no matter what the Krro wants to tell you. You don't want to be anywhere there are Krro listeners anyways. I've seen places where these "people" meet. Not a complete set of teeth in the room. Combined.

I wear my hat to the side

because I always walk at a 45 degree angle from the sun. It just makes sense.
Also sensical: coming to Phils tomorrow night for the big rock show.
Sleepeating steps that sink and eyes that rise.
You should really come. as usual, we are playing a bunch of new material. We're like a jam band in that we play a different set every show, yet not like a jam band cause jam bands mostly are really, really lame. I'm sorry--it's science.
widdily, widdily.

I Jammed With Bernard Allison Tonight And You Didn't

unless you are in his band, and then I guess you did, my bad. Bernard, (a legend in the blues world in case you are retarded,) and some fellas in his band came by our studio before the show and an impromptu jam broke forth with gusto. Fortunately, quick-thinkin' Lukewarm hit the record button and prosperity prosperith. It may possibly released on the compilation, "Live From Pervert's Square," due out whenever I feel like it, gosh.

And now its time to drop the bomb:

my lovely wife has come down with a serious case of the pregnants. I hAVE DECIDED TO UNLEASH MY EVIL SEED UNTO THE WORLD!! MUAHAHAHAHA!! MUAHAHA!! MUAH! MUA. MU? mmm. ..poor kid.