March 2011
25 posts
When all the dogs in my building kick up barking and howling and then suddenly abruptly ALL CUT OFF.
It is really kind of freaky.
I’m just saying.
This one is actually serious you guys.
I really find it irritating when musicians go on and on about how much they love their fans and how everything they do is for their fans. Not only does it come of very canned and disingenuous, but also, if I was a musician or artist, like, fuck fans. If fans…
you know what I will say - and this is like … my amateur musician opinion*, there really is a give/take from the audience/fans. I really think that there is a way that an audience makes your music better. Their energy is tangible and their responses can really add something to the creation.
Which, you know, is not to say that this means that everyone who says it is actually genuine, but, I dunno. Fans matter to music. Otherwise we’d all just play in our living rooms. By ourselves.
*by which I mean SERIOUSLY amateur. Like I’ve been performing in front of people for less than a year now and it’s mostly bars and jam sessions, but STILL.
Don’t ever have a leak in your wall. Or the leak will grow mould and then you will start to envision House type ailments. and you will call your building manager (for the 3rd time) and he will come over and say: WHOAH! and then he will tear a hole in your wall! And a bit in your ceiling. And then your upstairs neighbours floor. And THEN he will call a plumber.
And the plumber will come over and tell you he lives for these kinds of jobs. You know, the complicated ones. That are hard to figure out!
And he will make the hole in your kitchen bigger and realize he can’t get to it from there. He has to get to it from the bathroom!
And that is how I have spent the entire day with two plumbers in my bathroom and let me tell you this is not a porno at ALL.
Fink - See it All
Hair: will soon be a gradient of brown purple to purple brown to purple. Toenails: bright green. Fingernails: WILL be yellow but not till Tuesday.
Got an email saying my hair appointment was at 3/11/111:45. Read it as at 11:45. Of course it is 1:45.
Half glass full? Getting a pedicure to kill time.
Can I just say that the whiny post about Canadian weather was written BEFORE I realized what happened in Japan? And I feel like a wee bit of a heel but am opposed to deleting it.
Whoops.
I am currently totally trapped in my apartment due to rain/sleet/ice rain/snow/whatever that has been falling over the last two days and the fact that being injured puts me in such a position that if I were to walk out there and FALL I would basically be screwed and set back my recovery oh… three months or so.