I finally watched The Devil and Daniel Johnston and I nearly cried. He has had one screwed up life with mental illness, but his music is unbelievable. The more I watched, the more I wanted to just get all of his old tapes and start listening.
I spent my day today recording six songs with the band, The Crew, of which I am the bass player. We've got rough mixes, but watch out. There's some sweet stuff coming.
If you've never tried recording, it's like playing a whole new instrument.
Over the past few eeks, a new girl has become the order-taker girl at Wendy's on sunday afternoons. Today she and I talked about how she should learn to memorize what I order, but then she commented on how nice my manners were for my age. It's too bad that manners are becoming a forgotten art to some people.