Back in the summer, I wrote a post asking people to log onto Radio Free Texas and vote for this band. I've changed my mind. Don't do it. In fact, if you can go there and retract your vote, do it. Three of these four men are absolutely despicable creatures. The frontman is a drama queen who likes to involve himself in everyone else's business like a 14 year old high school girl and tends to talk in lyrics. He thinks this makes him "deep". The bass player is a sociopath who will burst out screaming at people for no apparent reason and has familiar relationships that would bring Jerry Springer to his knees. He thinks this makes him "quirky".The drummer has been cheating on his wife for god knows how long and even took his paramour home to his parents house over the holidays. He thinks this makes him "independent".
So kids, consider this a retraction. There are too many good, hardworking bands out there that actually deserve your support. These guys are not one of them.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Disjointed..
I have such a short attention span these days and seem so absent minded. I guess I've got a lot on my mind, but it's really becoming annoying. I've currently got two big shows in pre-production, one of which I'm attempting to slam together. Accomplishing 2 weeks of work in 3 days is no easy feat, I'll tell ya. I haven't even done anything more on the second show other than listen to the soundtrack off and on. Things are kind of piling up around here.
Not to mention that I'm going to Turkey in July. That is beginning to seem overwhelming. There is so much to do. We'll be gone for two and a half weeks, and just being gone that long on the same continent as one lives is daunting for me. Much less planning for a trip to Asia Minor. I'm so afraid that somehow I'll fuck it up. My visa won't be complete, somehow my bank account will be inexplicably emptied on my second day in Istanbul, you get the drift. I have visions of myself wandering the continent with no money, no resources, and not a friend in the world other than some hitchhiker named Raul I've picked up somewhere around Koine.
At least it's something to look forward to and work for. It means that I have got to bust my ass for the next 3 months. That's okay. I can do it. Because, bitches! I'm going to Turkey.
Be nice to me and maybe I'll bring you back a rug.
Peace out, girlscout.
Not to mention that I'm going to Turkey in July. That is beginning to seem overwhelming. There is so much to do. We'll be gone for two and a half weeks, and just being gone that long on the same continent as one lives is daunting for me. Much less planning for a trip to Asia Minor. I'm so afraid that somehow I'll fuck it up. My visa won't be complete, somehow my bank account will be inexplicably emptied on my second day in Istanbul, you get the drift. I have visions of myself wandering the continent with no money, no resources, and not a friend in the world other than some hitchhiker named Raul I've picked up somewhere around Koine.
At least it's something to look forward to and work for. It means that I have got to bust my ass for the next 3 months. That's okay. I can do it. Because, bitches! I'm going to Turkey.
Be nice to me and maybe I'll bring you back a rug.
Peace out, girlscout.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Now that I'm done.
You, hey you. You know who I'm talking to. It's you, the guy who has decided that he prefers 200lb. girls of dubious morals to the woman who supported him for the better part of twelve years. But hey! She's 24! You've got that going for you. You always wanted children. Now you got one. There are so many things I will never have to put up with again now that you're outta here. Let's list them.
1. Never again will I have to watch the travesty of the way you overcook a decent steak.
2..Never again will I have to listen to you whine about how the music scene in Atlanta is so lame and you can't catch a break. Atlanta has one of the most vibrant music scenes in the country. Maybe your band just sucks.
3. Never again will I have to wash my hair, take a bath, fix my make up, etc. by candlelight because you "forgot" to pay the electric bill.
4. Never again will I have to worry when the landlord comes to fix anything in the kitchen because he might find your collection of water pipes.
5. Never again will I be late to work because you "just had" to stop by the head shop.
6. Never again will I have to listen to you insult my friends while comparing them to yours. Your friends play in bands. Mine have jobs.
7. Never again will I have to be concerned about what might be in your backpack when you get pulled over by the police and are still on probation.
8. Never again will I have to worry about the police. Period.
9. Never again will I be required to sit through another badly mixed set of an unfortunate band in the unfortunate bar you work in
10. Never again will I have to listen to your sidekick give running commentary on our relationship, my mental health, etc. It's none of his damn business, I don't care what happened at his little show.
12. Never again will I have to sit in our living room on Christmas day while your sleazy father reads Playboys in front of your mother and grandmother, all the while comparing the breasts of the centerfold to those of your mother's.
13. Never again will I cry myself to sleep at night because you didn't have the decency to show up at any opening night events that were important to me. Not even The Color Purple.
14. Never again will I have to choose between you and your little friends and my blood family member.
15. Never again will I have to listen to my friends and family bitch at me for staying with such a loser.
Now that that's out of the way, there are soooo many things I can look forward to. Some of them I've even accomplished already. Let's list those!
1. I can have a nice, cute, clean house. Check.
2. My friends are not afraid to visit me. Check.
3. I can travel as much as I like to wherever I like, with whomever I like. It's gonna be a long flight to Turkey with your little buddy's ex. I'm sure we'll have LOTS to talk about.
4. I can watch whatever I like on television. Especially since I have HDTV. Check.
5. I can listen to any music I like. Even Broadway cast recordings. Check.
6. I can buy lots of shoes, since I no longer will have to squirrel away money for your potential bail. Check.
7. I can get as many tattoos as I like, since I can now afford them. See above.
8. I can pursue any creative endeavor I like.
9. I can eat a goddamn piece of pizza without having to listen to you expound upon the brilliance of Radney Foster's songwriting.
10. I don't have to worry that we might wind up living in Tennessee.
11. I can fuck anyone I like.
12. I no longer feel like killing myself.
So go on along. I hope it works out for you and the little girl your friend introduced you to. I hope she turns out to be crazier than me. And keep on shaving your little balls. That's attractive on a 40 year old man. They look like dried up raisins. I hope you cut yourself. Go crazy convincing yourself that I'm stalking you and her, doing all kinds of things that are pretty much impossible.
And yes, I read your email inbox. I read your myspace inbox. I also viewed her little "private" profile. Hell, I even listened to your voicemail for your cell phone. I'm sure you'll rant and rave about some damn "privacy" issue. Blow it out your ass.
I'm upset, of course. I'll cry some. I'll probably even not sleep a lot. But I'll move on. You, however, are going to find it hard to do that.
P.S. I LOVE cooking on your grill pan that you left with me!
1. Never again will I have to watch the travesty of the way you overcook a decent steak.
2..Never again will I have to listen to you whine about how the music scene in Atlanta is so lame and you can't catch a break. Atlanta has one of the most vibrant music scenes in the country. Maybe your band just sucks.
3. Never again will I have to wash my hair, take a bath, fix my make up, etc. by candlelight because you "forgot" to pay the electric bill.
4. Never again will I have to worry when the landlord comes to fix anything in the kitchen because he might find your collection of water pipes.
5. Never again will I be late to work because you "just had" to stop by the head shop.
6. Never again will I have to listen to you insult my friends while comparing them to yours. Your friends play in bands. Mine have jobs.
7. Never again will I have to be concerned about what might be in your backpack when you get pulled over by the police and are still on probation.
8. Never again will I have to worry about the police. Period.
9. Never again will I be required to sit through another badly mixed set of an unfortunate band in the unfortunate bar you work in
10. Never again will I have to listen to your sidekick give running commentary on our relationship, my mental health, etc. It's none of his damn business, I don't care what happened at his little show.
12. Never again will I have to sit in our living room on Christmas day while your sleazy father reads Playboys in front of your mother and grandmother, all the while comparing the breasts of the centerfold to those of your mother's.
13. Never again will I cry myself to sleep at night because you didn't have the decency to show up at any opening night events that were important to me. Not even The Color Purple.
14. Never again will I have to choose between you and your little friends and my blood family member.
15. Never again will I have to listen to my friends and family bitch at me for staying with such a loser.
Now that that's out of the way, there are soooo many things I can look forward to. Some of them I've even accomplished already. Let's list those!
1. I can have a nice, cute, clean house. Check.
2. My friends are not afraid to visit me. Check.
3. I can travel as much as I like to wherever I like, with whomever I like. It's gonna be a long flight to Turkey with your little buddy's ex. I'm sure we'll have LOTS to talk about.
4. I can watch whatever I like on television. Especially since I have HDTV. Check.
5. I can listen to any music I like. Even Broadway cast recordings. Check.
6. I can buy lots of shoes, since I no longer will have to squirrel away money for your potential bail. Check.
7. I can get as many tattoos as I like, since I can now afford them. See above.
8. I can pursue any creative endeavor I like.
9. I can eat a goddamn piece of pizza without having to listen to you expound upon the brilliance of Radney Foster's songwriting.
10. I don't have to worry that we might wind up living in Tennessee.
11. I can fuck anyone I like.
12. I no longer feel like killing myself.
So go on along. I hope it works out for you and the little girl your friend introduced you to. I hope she turns out to be crazier than me. And keep on shaving your little balls. That's attractive on a 40 year old man. They look like dried up raisins. I hope you cut yourself. Go crazy convincing yourself that I'm stalking you and her, doing all kinds of things that are pretty much impossible.
And yes, I read your email inbox. I read your myspace inbox. I also viewed her little "private" profile. Hell, I even listened to your voicemail for your cell phone. I'm sure you'll rant and rave about some damn "privacy" issue. Blow it out your ass.
I'm upset, of course. I'll cry some. I'll probably even not sleep a lot. But I'll move on. You, however, are going to find it hard to do that.
P.S. I LOVE cooking on your grill pan that you left with me!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Upon watching the movie "Cassanova"
I found this particular movie incredibly repulsive. Even though the incredibly romantic Cassanova wound up with the pluck, indeterminable Francesca, it was absolutely repulsive. How is it that a man who consistently deceives women is portrayed as a hero? It's really too bad that the Pope intervened with the revoking of the capital punishment allotted for adultery.
This man was a choad and an S.O.B. (as we call it in the South) and had no right to get away with what he got away with....
Cheers,
A Southern Belle (but one who has become urban-i-fied)
This man was a choad and an S.O.B. (as we call it in the South) and had no right to get away with what he got away with....
Cheers,
A Southern Belle (but one who has become urban-i-fied)
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Mmmmmm....Breakfast!
Damn! I think I've found the ultimate breakfast recipe here.
Don't forget to follow the final bit of directions at the end. It could save your life.
Don't forget to follow the final bit of directions at the end. It could save your life.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Just another day on transit
I know that when I started this blog, it was meant to be mostly about work, and some about the funny stuff that just always seems to occur in my vicinity. Lately, it seems to be mostly about my adventures in public transit, and today's post is no exception. I just can't seem to get enough.
I learned something today on the bus. If you are so fucked up that you fall down trying to get on the bus and face plant right onto the nasty-ass sidewalk in front of City Hall East and the bus driver tells you not to even think about getting on the bus and it's all before noon, then you may need to reevaluate you life.
Bless his heart.
But he was nothing compared to the guy at the bus stop last Tuesday.
Last Tuesday morning, I was already pissed off because I was running late and knew that I had missed my regular #2 xtown. When I got to my regular stop in front of the library, there was guy lying in the grass. I immediately thought to myself that it's going to be one of those days. I was minding my own business, listening to my music (NOT on an iPod!) and reading a copy of Southern Voice when I hear the guy get up and say something unintelligible to me. I turned around to see this crazy dude shaking his little willie wonka at me. All I could muster was a sarcastic "You've got to be kidding me." before I turned back around. My lack of emotion tells me that I've become WAAAAAY to accustomed to people not wearing pants.
In better news (that some people care about) it appears that the Local One strike on Broadway is over. Cheers to my brothers and sisters for fighting the good fight!
I learned something today on the bus. If you are so fucked up that you fall down trying to get on the bus and face plant right onto the nasty-ass sidewalk in front of City Hall East and the bus driver tells you not to even think about getting on the bus and it's all before noon, then you may need to reevaluate you life.
Bless his heart.
But he was nothing compared to the guy at the bus stop last Tuesday.
Last Tuesday morning, I was already pissed off because I was running late and knew that I had missed my regular #2 xtown. When I got to my regular stop in front of the library, there was guy lying in the grass. I immediately thought to myself that it's going to be one of those days. I was minding my own business, listening to my music (NOT on an iPod!) and reading a copy of Southern Voice when I hear the guy get up and say something unintelligible to me. I turned around to see this crazy dude shaking his little willie wonka at me. All I could muster was a sarcastic "You've got to be kidding me." before I turned back around. My lack of emotion tells me that I've become WAAAAAY to accustomed to people not wearing pants.
In better news (that some people care about) it appears that the Local One strike on Broadway is over. Cheers to my brothers and sisters for fighting the good fight!
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