*sigh* Bus trips are a mixed bag; you get to see a lot of amazing countryside and it's an anthropology student's dream.  Nonetheless, here is my account of the most recent trip I took to see my fiancé…

Mos Eisley, anyone? - 06/06/2010 @ 18:00
I'm back at the Indianapolis Greyhound terminal, and I feel a bit like Luke Skywalker at the spaceport where ( Read more... )

Maybe not dead, but definitely gone.  Chilly Addams, our opposing guitarist (in more ways than one), has decided to resign from El Supremo because of time constraints.  I personally say 'good fucking riddance' because the world doesn't need another stupid classic rock cover band and that's exactly what he was trying to make us into.  So, we're down ( Read more... )

Jace Ryan Goeglein, 9 pounds 1 ounce, born May 1, 2010 @ 15:06.  Congratulations to my sister for accomplishing one of the greatest feats a woman will ever undertake.  I also got to see a couple of the pictures after all was said and done when my mom visited the shop with Tony and Luke.  It was cool to meet him, and see my mom and Tony again, but ( Read more... )

It's never a wise move to think that things can't get worse because that's precisely what happens the moment you do.  Last Monday's practice was sort of lackluster due to a lingering medical condition our bass player had been soldiering through that finally caught up to him and bit him square in the asshole.  He's been benched indefinitely and ( Read more... )

Here's something funny: just when things with the band are getting good, our bass player gets benched.  Why, you ask?  Degenerative disc disease/pinched nerve in his neck, so at least this isn't because he wants to quit.  The fact remains, though, that he can't play with us anymore; for a while, anyway.  So, *mock ebullience* we get to train a ( Read more... )

I've learned the hard way that I need to start taking better care of my body.  Monday night was the debut of El Supremo at the Gin Mill.  Everything went well enough - the sound, the starts and ends of songs and breaks, setup/teardown, all that ffuts - even when I brain-fucked the end of 'Through Glass'.  But, I hate moving all my gear all over ( Read more... )

1. what did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before ( Read more... )

*chuckle, lights cigarette* Well, maybe not the greatest band in the world, but it's my band, by God.  We did another open jam last night and… holy shit.  *snicker, bright smile* First, some people I invited fucking finally came to a performance of El Supremo at the Gin Mill lounge's rock open jam (it's a lot more open than Mid City's blues jam as ( Read more... )

There's a very unique sort of depression that comes from looking in on a fancy club or restaurant and wanting so badly to be there.  I know I use riddles, parallels, and hidden meanings a lot, but I do that for a reason - I hope to inspire greater thinking and presence of mind in those around me and whoever I happen to meet.  Back to my story ( Read more... )

Fuck.  I just have to wonder some days if I'm meant for anything good.  I tell a handful of people about an open jam I'm playing with my band (pro bono, JFYI; open jams always are) and… Nobody.  Not a soul.  Not even my dad or my roommate.  I guess I'm not worth seeing if I'm playing for free.  What the fucking hell?  I'm proud of this and I want ( Read more... )