there's the buildup and it's bad, where i feel the need to replay everything that's ever happened ( Read more... )

It was a strangely intense day, Those happen,
and it's all about distracting myself, I'm going
to sleep, things are always better in the morning.

And so this upcoming week is the one that determines whether I stay in the guitar repair/construction program or not ( Read more... )

It's not that I'm an asshole ( Read more... )

The bandsaw scares the shit out of me ( Read more... )

At the moment ( Read more... )

There are days you wake up feeling really good, with something positive from the night before to think about. When you finally make yourself clear, and other people get it, one in particular. You drink your strong coffee, and hand rolled cigarettes, and smile, read a little, your guitar, your well used washburn hollowbody guitar, isn't so much ( Read more... )

Today was the first time I sent something off to a record label,
it's some small indie/emo/punk label in Chicago,
I have no idea what to expect, so I'm expecting nothing.

I've got an hour before I head into NorthEast Minneapolis to demo some songs, I've got my washburn hollowbody all packed up and ready to go, in case the guitar at the studio is lame, or doesn't sound or feel right. The songs to be recorded today are "Like pauper kings," "Ten inches of snow," "Robert Johnson's ghost," "Drunken bar blues," and "warm ( Read more... )

I left work, feeling like my stomach was bleeding, no one would cover my shift which wasn't a shock. I tried to skip town a few days ago and move to san diego, it didn't work out so well, but I tried. instead of talking about it and not doing it ( Read more... )