Raps in the Key of Buck

Remember how Mary had the Song in the Key of Jay thing? Well, I've decided to endeavor a series of raps in praise of Buck 65.

Dear diary,

It's been a tiring but very fun week, filled with the typical binge drinking and nonstop antics that have become ...essentially typical.

From what I hear, Hissy Fit was filled with pelvic thrusts galore, debauchery...the licking of armpits. Humbled by a drag queen, I will never be the same.

We recorded on Friday at soundmarket with Haley for our Factor grant app song. Love that girl. Can't wait to go back and record more.

Akron family=suck. Typical Saturday night fight. Went home alone; inner-resolution found at approximately 3am.

Sunday=full studio day. 3 songs down. Sean can scream like Fred Schneider. Humourous.

Monday:

I am pleased to announce that I have legitmate personal reason to dislike Matt Mays. I know-his vapid, shitty music should be reason enough- BUT get this, diary! My darling mod rock boys played a show with him this monday at the Grawood. During soundcheck Matt Mays, like Jesus Christ himself, hailed his almighty word that my dear boys shalt not use his drums (after agreeing previously and letting the other opening band still use them). The roadie delivered the news. HOLD UP:

The roadie was wearing a shirt that read "I love Porno". This incited an interesting discussion regarding the ironic t-shirt's gradual progression into the non-ironic w/ DMC. I saw the guy: yes. Undoubtedly, he likes porno. Seems like it. Why wouldn't he?Wrist band, lame facial hair. So confusing. DMC concluded that his t-shirt MUST be ironic and presented the possible scenerio that roadie is a fundementalist Christian who wears the shirt to church. Or mormon. THEN! Then is would be ironic.

Right, so back to it: Matt Mays is a couchetard. Drums were retrieved from d-town at the last minute, and all was well.

Later on, I met Rich, aka Buck 65 and we talked about music and recording. Very kind fellow. He said he'd come to my show on Friday, but if I were him I wouldn't. K OS took a picture of me without asking and I yelled 'what the fuck?!" at him. I grossed College girls out with my armpit hair. 1:00am: Played rockin 4 dollar$$ at Flections, came close but no cigar to money. Last thing I remember, Dave and I were chuggin glasses of water in my kitchen one for one ("HIT ME!") at 3 am. This all took place on a Monday night. Mondays aren't allowed to be this interesting.

Love,
me