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I am very much overdue for an update.
So many thoughts in my head, I really hope I can get them all down.
Okay, so... We start on last Friday, in which MDO played at four white walls. I had spent the previous couple nights mixing and mastering music like crazy and trying to record it somewhat well onto a single cassette tape. I didn't really do so well at that, but in the end it didn't matter. Joe and I packed up EVERYTHING musical in the appartment and fit just about everything into the trunk, amazingly. I was quite impressed with myself, considering how much shit there was. So we're going down to four white walls via Van Bueren Rd., which luckily enough extends as far as to south Scottsdale and into Downtown Phoenix. We get there and Joe has to hide in the car, because his and Zack's (and later my) friend Jimbo was there and didn't know Joe was here.
So I went in first, talked to Zack to figure out how to hide Joe. I went back to get him and we hid him behind the red curtain, way way way in the back. Only people who knew he was there were Zack, Ian and myself. So I get everything out of the car, whilst Jordan shows up. He has his new girlfriend with him and this other guy, I'm pretty sure named Keegan, the drummer for his other band with him. Anyways, they stroll past me and he looks like he really doesn't give a shit about whats happening, which really worries me. I get Jordan to help me unload and then, just before the first band goes on, Captain Planet and the Sufring Bandits, I realize I had left the stereo and cassette back at home.
So I tell Jordan to ask Trevor if he can have us moved back or something while I run to my car and speed off back home. For those of you don't know, four white walls is about 70 city blocks or so away from where I live including traffick lights. So I sped back east, grabbed stereo and came back... all within 40 minutes or so. Completely missing Captain Planet, but not having left Jordan up there too long. What was unfortunate about leaving Jordan up there, he had done just about nothing except set himself up.
I left with him with all the chords and everything and he just left it all there. That was 'pissed-off' factor number one. Number two came along when I tried to hook-up the stereo to the PA and it just did not work. Final 'piss-off' was when Jordan stated that he did not remember any of our material of any sort. That sorta drove me over with anger and I was like, "Oh my god I want to fucking kill you and your children," but it more so came out in the form of an angry grunt. I decided, "oh, fuck it," grabbed Joe's guitar, and told Jordan we were going to play It's Gone Astray.
The song went okay, for the most part - except for Jordan really not remembering a lot of it and me telling him stuff mid song, just so he would keep playing stuff. I sung okay on that one and played guitar alright enough as well, except guitar chord was so short, it came unplugged at one point. Had no problem getting back into rhythym though. So after we finished and got some nice applause, Jordan suggested doing something with the mexican scale. And while he showed me the Mexican scale, as loud as I could, I went "Ay yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi." Very ammusing, especially when repeated. He went into more progressive chords within the scale and I did a simple, "Yo neccesito uno largo burrito (Ay yi yi yi yi). Yo tengo uno largo burritoooooooo." That was the song and got good laughs out of it. Next was Kindle. Thats a really low-key, sorta emo-esque song. I got to walk around on stage for that one and by then, the fact that Jordan had forgotten this one as well, I was rather seething with anger. I ended up just going behind the curtain while still singing and I would come back up, do a little jig or look at people and sing. Then when Jordan stopped, I had to explain to him that there was one more verse. During this song, Joe's guitar that I had left standing against my amp had fallen over. Luckily did not break, but as it fell, I looked at Joe and witnessed the sad look on his face and his face went into his hands. He came up and put it away while we decided the next song. We ended up doing Falling Masses, sorta backwards. We did the reggae/ska bit first, which was fun. Lots of "hep"ping. Then we did Falling Masses while I played bass on Keytar, which is sorta different and I haven't done with Jordan yet. He forgot he had a solo and I had to explain this to him again mid-song. Somewhere in all of this, I explained the whole "no covers in arizona without having to pay BGI money... is anyone a BGI spy?" Went into our Contrite cover of Ahoy. Good response out of that, cause there quite a few people there who remeembered the old days on Contrite, playing Blink182 covers in our middle-school cafeteria back like... five or six years ago. After that, I got Jordan to go onto my keyboard to produce beats while I did TV Temperature and Angry Face on keytar to finish up the set. People in the crowd remembered those somewhat, at least from when I did Battle of the Bands last year and one of them is about our beloved friend, Matt Kazelle.
We were done and I was pretty pissed off about the set, it wasn't all it could be and it could had been so much better. The weird part was everyone ocngratulating me about it, because they had all enjoyed it. And I mean, if the crowd enjoyed it, we did well. I really think it was terrible, but hey, thats not entirely what counts, now is it?
So we tore everything down, started getting shit in the car and talking to people: mingling and the such. I missed a good deal of Black Hole Calcutta, but unfortunately on purpose. I had heard some of their songs, and to me, they sounded very good at doing what they did, but there wasn't really anything unique about what they were doing. Like, there wasn't a personal feel to it, or so I felt. During the begining of their set, I did get Chase to propose to Amber and I got to take pictures of it with Amber's camera. It was really awesome, to watch Chase get down on his knee for her. Those two are really cute and make a great couple, expecially the way they've been working out all of their problems and being there for each other. They honestly are a great testament towards love. So, they told they just showed up for my set and left to go bowling. I go in to see Black Hole Calcutta and spend most of the time chilling with Chelsea, because God knows how long its been since I've really spoken with her. Shes sucha nice person, I'm glad she and Jon are together as well. She asked me if I had seen Amber and Chase and I told her Chase had proposed and then they left. She was excited like I was.
So I helped Monster set up just a bit, and got a great seat just in front of their speaker. Monster, even though short of Weston cause he was sick, was on top of their game. Taylor's voice has improved so much and she has gotten so much more confidence, it was amazing. June's voice is as well always pleasing to hear. Jon, well, I'ld call him perfect, but he gets really pissed off when I call him that. He's just amazing at just about everything he does pretty much though, especially being a pianist. Ryan, Trevor and Joe were also amazing, as always, but its hard not to be when you've worked with those people together already for at last six years. They played beautifully and it was all very relaxing.
I helped them all pack and got back in time to see Jordan's other band. And to honest, I really wasn't that impressed. I heard bits of Minus the Bear, pop-punk and some other things... and it just sounded too much like they were trying to sound like too many things already out there. It just sorta didn't flow with me. Anyways, I was sort of an asshole about it, sat right where I did during Monster, dead front and just sat there and stared. I mean, for Monster I bobbed my head or sang along where I remembered, but for them I didn't really move and looked sorta bored. Maybe I was unintentially getting back at Jordan? Who knows...
I left and called up Roger, cause it was his birthday still, technically. I got to his appartment near midnight and him, Alex and I smoked hookah into the wee hours of the night. After some guitarin' back inside, I headed home.
I don't remember what I did between the show and new years. I did a lot of sleeping that day.
Around 2pm, I headed over toward's Zack house for Beatska practice with Jimbo. I got there rediculously late, and I had forgotten to bring Joe a change of pants and his lyrics. We practiced and it was alright. Everytime we practice though, I have to figure something new out on the KORG because I don't remember what instruments I use for which song, neccesarilly. It turned out pretty well though, with Jimbo on bass. I can never hear Joe singing when we practice (and its for the best probably). Most of the time, I can fuck up and they will never notice. I do like to stay in key though, even if all i'md oing is smacking the keyboard with my fist.
During this, my mother calls me and asks me to be home for dinner and I tell her I'm already in the area. I ask her what time I should be there and she asks me to call my dad. I do so and he throws the hugest fucking hissy fit ever. And everytime I tried to appologize to him, he would yell at me, "Sorry does not fucking cut it." And I'll never forget those words from his mouth... everytime he yells it at me whenever I try to make up for whatever wrong I've done. So he yells at me some more and tells me he doesn't give a fuck when I show up.
I leave practice somewhat early and get there early and wait around for food to be ready. I guess I looked bored or something, but I was just somewhat exhausted. I think I had drank somewhat heavily the other night. And I'll admit to it, since htis is my last post, that I'm a lightweight. So I'm pretty sure that it did not take too much to get me drunk. So I waited around til
So many thoughts in my head, I really hope I can get them all down.
Okay, so... We start on last Friday, in which MDO played at four white walls. I had spent the previous couple nights mixing and mastering music like crazy and trying to record it somewhat well onto a single cassette tape. I didn't really do so well at that, but in the end it didn't matter. Joe and I packed up EVERYTHING musical in the appartment and fit just about everything into the trunk, amazingly. I was quite impressed with myself, considering how much shit there was. So we're going down to four white walls via Van Bueren Rd., which luckily enough extends as far as to south Scottsdale and into Downtown Phoenix. We get there and Joe has to hide in the car, because his and Zack's (and later my) friend Jimbo was there and didn't know Joe was here.
So I went in first, talked to Zack to figure out how to hide Joe. I went back to get him and we hid him behind the red curtain, way way way in the back. Only people who knew he was there were Zack, Ian and myself. So I get everything out of the car, whilst Jordan shows up. He has his new girlfriend with him and this other guy, I'm pretty sure named Keegan, the drummer for his other band with him. Anyways, they stroll past me and he looks like he really doesn't give a shit about whats happening, which really worries me. I get Jordan to help me unload and then, just before the first band goes on, Captain Planet and the Sufring Bandits, I realize I had left the stereo and cassette back at home.
So I tell Jordan to ask Trevor if he can have us moved back or something while I run to my car and speed off back home. For those of you don't know, four white walls is about 70 city blocks or so away from where I live including traffick lights. So I sped back east, grabbed stereo and came back... all within 40 minutes or so. Completely missing Captain Planet, but not having left Jordan up there too long. What was unfortunate about leaving Jordan up there, he had done just about nothing except set himself up.
I left with him with all the chords and everything and he just left it all there. That was 'pissed-off' factor number one. Number two came along when I tried to hook-up the stereo to the PA and it just did not work. Final 'piss-off' was when Jordan stated that he did not remember any of our material of any sort. That sorta drove me over with anger and I was like, "Oh my god I want to fucking kill you and your children," but it more so came out in the form of an angry grunt. I decided, "oh, fuck it," grabbed Joe's guitar, and told Jordan we were going to play It's Gone Astray.
The song went okay, for the most part - except for Jordan really not remembering a lot of it and me telling him stuff mid song, just so he would keep playing stuff. I sung okay on that one and played guitar alright enough as well, except guitar chord was so short, it came unplugged at one point. Had no problem getting back into rhythym though. So after we finished and got some nice applause, Jordan suggested doing something with the mexican scale. And while he showed me the Mexican scale, as loud as I could, I went "Ay yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi." Very ammusing, especially when repeated. He went into more progressive chords within the scale and I did a simple, "Yo neccesito uno largo burrito (Ay yi yi yi yi). Yo tengo uno largo burritoooooooo." That was the song and got good laughs out of it. Next was Kindle. Thats a really low-key, sorta emo-esque song. I got to walk around on stage for that one and by then, the fact that Jordan had forgotten this one as well, I was rather seething with anger. I ended up just going behind the curtain while still singing and I would come back up, do a little jig or look at people and sing. Then when Jordan stopped, I had to explain to him that there was one more verse. During this song, Joe's guitar that I had left standing against my amp had fallen over. Luckily did not break, but as it fell, I looked at Joe and witnessed the sad look on his face and his face went into his hands. He came up and put it away while we decided the next song. We ended up doing Falling Masses, sorta backwards. We did the reggae/ska bit first, which was fun. Lots of "hep"ping. Then we did Falling Masses while I played bass on Keytar, which is sorta different and I haven't done with Jordan yet. He forgot he had a solo and I had to explain this to him again mid-song. Somewhere in all of this, I explained the whole "no covers in arizona without having to pay BGI money... is anyone a BGI spy?" Went into our Contrite cover of Ahoy. Good response out of that, cause there quite a few people there who remeembered the old days on Contrite, playing Blink182 covers in our middle-school cafeteria back like... five or six years ago. After that, I got Jordan to go onto my keyboard to produce beats while I did TV Temperature and Angry Face on keytar to finish up the set. People in the crowd remembered those somewhat, at least from when I did Battle of the Bands last year and one of them is about our beloved friend, Matt Kazelle.
We were done and I was pretty pissed off about the set, it wasn't all it could be and it could had been so much better. The weird part was everyone ocngratulating me about it, because they had all enjoyed it. And I mean, if the crowd enjoyed it, we did well. I really think it was terrible, but hey, thats not entirely what counts, now is it?
So we tore everything down, started getting shit in the car and talking to people: mingling and the such. I missed a good deal of Black Hole Calcutta, but unfortunately on purpose. I had heard some of their songs, and to me, they sounded very good at doing what they did, but there wasn't really anything unique about what they were doing. Like, there wasn't a personal feel to it, or so I felt. During the begining of their set, I did get Chase to propose to Amber and I got to take pictures of it with Amber's camera. It was really awesome, to watch Chase get down on his knee for her. Those two are really cute and make a great couple, expecially the way they've been working out all of their problems and being there for each other. They honestly are a great testament towards love. So, they told they just showed up for my set and left to go bowling. I go in to see Black Hole Calcutta and spend most of the time chilling with Chelsea, because God knows how long its been since I've really spoken with her. Shes sucha nice person, I'm glad she and Jon are together as well. She asked me if I had seen Amber and Chase and I told her Chase had proposed and then they left. She was excited like I was.
So I helped Monster set up just a bit, and got a great seat just in front of their speaker. Monster, even though short of Weston cause he was sick, was on top of their game. Taylor's voice has improved so much and she has gotten so much more confidence, it was amazing. June's voice is as well always pleasing to hear. Jon, well, I'ld call him perfect, but he gets really pissed off when I call him that. He's just amazing at just about everything he does pretty much though, especially being a pianist. Ryan, Trevor and Joe were also amazing, as always, but its hard not to be when you've worked with those people together already for at last six years. They played beautifully and it was all very relaxing.
I helped them all pack and got back in time to see Jordan's other band. And to honest, I really wasn't that impressed. I heard bits of Minus the Bear, pop-punk and some other things... and it just sounded too much like they were trying to sound like too many things already out there. It just sorta didn't flow with me. Anyways, I was sort of an asshole about it, sat right where I did during Monster, dead front and just sat there and stared. I mean, for Monster I bobbed my head or sang along where I remembered, but for them I didn't really move and looked sorta bored. Maybe I was unintentially getting back at Jordan? Who knows...
I left and called up Roger, cause it was his birthday still, technically. I got to his appartment near midnight and him, Alex and I smoked hookah into the wee hours of the night. After some guitarin' back inside, I headed home.
I don't remember what I did between the show and new years. I did a lot of sleeping that day.
Around 2pm, I headed over toward's Zack house for Beatska practice with Jimbo. I got there rediculously late, and I had forgotten to bring Joe a change of pants and his lyrics. We practiced and it was alright. Everytime we practice though, I have to figure something new out on the KORG because I don't remember what instruments I use for which song, neccesarilly. It turned out pretty well though, with Jimbo on bass. I can never hear Joe singing when we practice (and its for the best probably). Most of the time, I can fuck up and they will never notice. I do like to stay in key though, even if all i'md oing is smacking the keyboard with my fist.
During this, my mother calls me and asks me to be home for dinner and I tell her I'm already in the area. I ask her what time I should be there and she asks me to call my dad. I do so and he throws the hugest fucking hissy fit ever. And everytime I tried to appologize to him, he would yell at me, "Sorry does not fucking cut it." And I'll never forget those words from his mouth... everytime he yells it at me whenever I try to make up for whatever wrong I've done. So he yells at me some more and tells me he doesn't give a fuck when I show up.
I leave practice somewhat early and get there early and wait around for food to be ready. I guess I looked bored or something, but I was just somewhat exhausted. I think I had drank somewhat heavily the other night. And I'll admit to it, since htis is my last post, that I'm a lightweight. So I'm pretty sure that it did not take too much to get me drunk. So I waited around til