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New York City!

BIZZNAZZ

Lots of things are in full swing.
Dates are set. Meetings are booked. Things are a-progessing.

It's sort of like I have a big DND sign on life.
I'm very busy and don't think I will completely resurface until it's all said and done. And for once in my life, I'm satisfied to stay quiet about it. I'm pretty much ultimate zen these days; my life is spent in andrew's livingroom/studio under a pair of headphones:

j:that guitar is flat
a:no
j:yes it is
a: no
j: yes
a: no
j: yes
a: no
j: again
a: *plays track*
j:...THERE!..
a:what? It's a slide
j:it's a flat slide
a:no
j:yes
...
or

Take 32:
a: do it again but play the other note
j:?? *plays note*
a: no the other
j: **
a:nope maybe a high one
j: **
a: low one
j: **
a: no, that's not it...
j: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I HAAAAAAAATE YOU!!!!1

*laughter*

But in the meantime, there's a couple shows to play. We're going to PEI next fri. I'm stoked to tie one on with the guys, PEI style. But my mom is stoked-est.




Lately, I've missed my mom at the weirdest times, like when I balanced an expense report at work and calculated miles to kilometers, or when I bought the kind of juice that's on sale...

Those are mom things.

Tight pants, the return of satan and broken egos for them... and a CRUSH moment for me!!!!

Diary,

My favorite part about last night was when Seth came up to me after the set and told me he liked the song about the heart attack (pony w/a human brain). And then I told him I hated the song, and felt so ungracious because I ruined the compliment but I really do dislike that song. It's the closest thing to an emo song I've written and I just hate singing it. BUT THEN he asked me if there were any stage/sound pointers (Seth asked me for advice OMG LOL!!!) And I was like, it's the pavilion, ya just gotta deal with it get ready to HEAR NOTHING and he smiled and agreed.

Last night was pretty funny.

The lady at the door wouldn't believe that I was in a band and was going to make me pay. She interrogated me and kept telling me I was not in a band. It was awesome. I guess she thought I was just another bad apple trying to pull a fast one on her. But in all fairness, I did tell her that Amy is in the band too. But Amy IS in the band, but she's behind the scenes. So if we were trying to pull a fast one but she knew we were pulling...does that makes it a slow one? We pulled a slow one on the door lady.

Andrew and brad showed up late for the show and then realized that they put other people's instuments in the van instead of their own and had to borrow some. Brad's guitar was sooo out of tune the whole time and andrew and I laughed while sean turned into satan behind us, apparently.

The night ended with a band member not talking to the other band members (AND IT WASN'T ME!!)

And with a band member going through a traumatic episode of shame and doubt (AND IT WASN'T ME!!)

I was just happy to get a post-show kiss by the picnic tables from my sweetie.

I think Andrew's stoicism is rubbing off on me. It's just the pavilion.

This is how I felt yesterday. For about a week, really.
So I said, and so I told others.

A very comedic friend of mine said:
You feel like a cat with sleeves? Is that cat even wearing a shirt or a jacket, or is it just sleeves?

No, the cat has two broken arms, I believe.

To which he replied:
I will call it a matter of opinion, and perhaps a telling one. You see maimed cats, I see comfortable, creative ones. My glass is fucking FULL-full.

Oh, perspective! How could I forget about you.

So then I decided to become creative and comfortable. Last night I stayed in.

I designed our album cover.

Initially, I wanted a skull with rainbows shooting out the its orfices with power, like carebearstare style. Andrew was entertained but not on board:

A: How is this relevant at all to our songs?
me: ...skulls are a part of all of us.
A: laughing...come on, what are your songs about?
me:...skulls.
A: Your songs are not about skulls and you know it.
me: CAAAMM AWWWNNN
A: No.

Andrew suggested that skulls are a good idea because they are morbose, but a little overdone irony-wise. And then there's that unicorns album. But that album was about death, so it's ok.

So what did I find that was morbose yet awesome...??

______.

You'll see.

Here are some personal letters not adressed to you. You can read them anyway and feel all voyeuristic and such:

Kelkel I'm excited to see you in November. I'm sorry I suck at keeping in touch. Lately I can't even keep in touch with those in my own city. xox.

Dear CMAN,

Happy Law school year 2. Always remember that this blog was started one year ago when you went away, so I could distract you from studying. And poke fun at things I don't like. Like, In Flight Safety. About every second day I regret everything (oh of course not, it's AWESOME working a shitty job so I can sink further and further into debt being in band. Oh right, I love this, good.) and wish I was at law school with you. But somebody's got to do it. And don't worry, I'm still as pompous as ever.

I keep your letter of wisdom on my dresser mirror. My boyfriend thought it was from colum instead of you and got uncomfortable. Who thought that so much evil could be lost and friendship gained from dropping the 'o' and adding an 'a'.

Your Rock N Roll Martyr,
JMAN

Rome wasn't bulit in a day.

Here are some things:

A show:




My boy was on the cover of the coast. He is really something. The sweetest boy in all the land.

In other news, Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was our album recorded so.

Things I've lost whilst recording our album:

My patience (wait, I've never had any).
My Academic future fast track (no more masters for another year).
My fucking mind.
And probably a couple years off my life for all of the induced stress it has caused.

So, what's another 2 grand?

Money seems so moot now.

We were supposed to record vocals (the final step) this past weekend. I woke up with no voice on Saturday. We tried to record again last night, but choruses were still leaving me winded.I am miserable because of this. Now we're going to wait until Friday.

meh.