1. When I woke up this morning, my hair looked like this:
2. My eyes are astonishingly bad, so when I went to take a shower, I definitely thought one of the cats had pooped in the tub before I put my glasses on to check. They do some inappropriate things, but they don’t usually poop outside of their catbox. Turned out to be a piece of bark from one of my potted plants. Strangely enough, Buckley likes to poop in that particular plant- this is the exception to the no pooping outside the box rule. Coincidence? Whatever.
If you haven’t heard by now, forming a band that’s worth anything is hard. I posted an ad on craigslist two weeks ago for a bassist and drummer and have had one response from a bassist and three from drummers. Here’s part of one email:
“uhh…i have my own transportation, i like to drink and party..theres a time and place for everything like practice and partying.”
You’re right, my little bassist friend. There’s also a time and place for stating such things. It’s usually not in emails to potential band members you’ve never met. Also why was transportation immediately followed by drinking? This worries me, especially if you ever drive my equipment around to shows. If you even think about touching my Korg, I will preemptively cut your fingers off and you’ll never play bass again. I am not joking, mister.
A very frustrating part of band/record-making is that GOOD GOD IT TAKES FOREVER. I mean who knew? Ok probably a lot of people knew. I didn’t know. But now I do know, and it makes me want to pull my hair out. I have guitar tracks that have to be redone once we get a drummer, bass tracks laid down by my guitarist, and no master vocals on anything except one song. AGHHHHHH. HURRY UP!!!!!!!!!!!
HEY. Do you want to see some pictures from the studio? I knew you did. These were taken at Revival Studio in Pittsboro, owned by David Kovach. That’s Riley in the pictures. He’s a guitarist. You might be able to tell by the guitar he’s holding. If not, you are probably stupid and we can’t be friends. I know you’re disappointed, but you’ll get over it with the help of a few Lifetime movies and half-gallon tubs of chocolate chip cookie dough. I bet you watch Oprah, don’t you? Philistine.