Wow

First things first, I just spent a bit reading another chaps blog.
http://tjsplace.blogspot.com/
It's written by the assistant manager of a strip-club named TJ's, and it's a very interesting read. Not only that, but Kevin, the writer of the blog, is very eloquent. He writes the way I wish I could write. It's not his choice of words... it's more the way that it reads. I'm not sure that makes sense, but thats what it is.

Anyway, enough of that. On to the mocking. Adding to the list of people who can kiss my ass is Gen, my sister. She's been on the list for years. Now, I love my sister, she's my sister, after all. She's also a friend of mine. Both those qualities but her very high on the ass-kissing list. < shrug > Thats just the way it works.

I was just practicing with the Tara Singer Jazz Trio last night. If there is anything more humbling than playing with a pianist with her masters in Jazz Performance, it would be playing with a drummer who is two years younger than me, and is a monster. Absolute monster. So, anyway, I am apparently the bass player now, which is very cool in my book. It also means I have to work a lot harder at being a rythmic-rock. While thats all very well and good, it creeps me out. I have this terrbile feeling that one day I'm going to just totally blow a tune, or something, and their both going to kick me out of the band. Not cool. I know my fears are unfounded, but they're present none-the-less.

Alright, I admit it. I downloaded Gunther and the Sunshine Girls' "Ding Dong Song." It got stuck in my head during my recent trip to Milwuakee for Seniors Week. In fact, I'm listening to it right now! "Ooooooh, you touch my tra-la-la. My ding-ding-dong." Yes, I admit, it's not a good song. Nor is it a sensical video. But it's catchy as fuck. I was stalking through the paintball field on Saturday singing it under my breath. And now I lower my head in shame.

I always thought if I ever did a blog, that I wouldn't know what to write about. Now it occurs to me that I have far too much to write about, and some of it must be filtered. It's also very odd to me that anyone would be interested in reading any of this. Huh. You people are all weird.

Well, I'm outta here. I'm really hoping to spend some time with Becca tonight, but we'll see if I have to go play down in Des Plaines. It's odd, the two things I really wanted was a steady gigging schedule, and a girl that I could fall for. Now I have both, and it's getting to be a balancing act, trying to keep them. The scary part is, I'm not sure which one I would give up if the other demanded it. I hope I don't ever have to make that decision, but I know I will have to some day. It still scares the hell out of me, though. Whelp, I guess I'll worry about that later.

Or not...