Y'all motherfuckers wanna hear some funny shit?

I'm still not dead, in absolute spite of myself.

Go me.

The last couple months of this year can fuck right the fuck off and die in a fire.

However, my band rocks. I'm digging what we do.

A lot.

Maybe there will be more of a explanation post before the end of the year, maybe not.

But yeah, music. Fuck. Yes. We make it, and we make it heavy.

I'm in a band again, and we've been working on some stuff ( Read more... )

Back from the cross country jaunt, which I may or may not get around to doing a pictorial write up of some time in the near-ish future. It was good ( Read more... )

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Four hours is a fuck of a long time to sit in an airport. As far as airports go it's a nice one, and it beats the hell out of being stuck in a Little Rock Greyhound station for six hours, but still...

And so it begins. The extradition of astrokate from Kentucky begins, and my flight leaves in 3 hours. Time to pack and get my ass to the airport.

When I get back, I get to move into our shiny new practice space.

At least I'll get to sleep on the plane.

We got a 2 mic room sound recording of one of our songs today at practice.

Damn.

There were mistakes, for certain, but yeah... it actually sounded pretty good. If this is any indication of where we'll be by the time we hit the stage, I'm a happy, happy drummer.

Had band practice today, and somewhere in there something clicked. My body began to remember how this game is played. I was starting to do the things I know I can do, without having to force it ( Read more... )

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