Open mic night at Galileo's thursday. I'm not nervous. Maybe if I say that enough times, it'll be true.

For those of you who don't know, I am playing music with Wyatt at a children's school silent auction thursday. I am nervous beyond belief. Plays and such, I can do. I don't mind speaking to a crowd of people. Just standing up there moving my fingers is about the most akward thing I can think of. I assume there will be a small stage anyway. Oh, plus ( Read more... )

We might have a studio that wants to record Wyatt and I. Unfortunately, it's just a girl that Wyatt likes. But still, thats cool. We can record in a real studio for free.

Mmkay. CD nearly done. yay. Livejournal is dead. boo.

Church = Fun. Bob Dylan = Good. Chelsey Cope = Good as well ( Read more... )

Mmkay. There is a girl at Wyatt's church. She's seen me, she wasn't necessarily impressed. But then she talks to me on the phone, doesn't remember who I am, and sorta wants to know what I look like. How badly does that suck?

Mmkay. Guitar not worth the maintenance. The high action was impossible to fix and I'm such a snob that I won't play it. :O I found an outfit that looks totally awesome on me. If only I didn't resemble a walrus in matters of girth. Tee hee ( Read more... )

I'm going to learn how to play guitar. I was going to wait a while, but whats the point in that? I found out that my uncle has an old Epiphone acoustic, so I'm working out a trade with him. It needs some maintenance but I think it'll be worth it.

Wyatt and I tried escargo last night. D= I nearly puked. Yucky. Then we jammed for a few hours. We actually wrote a song. A song that you would think us high if you read/heard it. Music sounds cool, it's a basic blues in G.

Thanksgiving = Tre going esplodey. @_@ Ugh, Seafood thanksgiving kicks ass. No amount of turkey can compare to the pasta dad made.