Split Down the Middle

I've made a determination that my body is, in fact, two seperate entities housed in the same shell. It seems to me that it is divided in equal halves by an imaginary line.

My right side is lazy. This is probably the side that most of you are familiar with. I would say it's my most dominant side. Not only because I'm right=handed, or right-footed, but because I can really only fall asleep on my right side.

I've come to this realization after the last several weeks. Whenever I'm on my right side at night, I'm dead asleep. A bulldozer could enter my room and roll right over me, and I would never know. Meanwhile, should I toss and or turn over onto my left side, I am automatically semi-awake, jumpy and unnerved.

This isn't the most in-depth or stimulating entry....sorry.

Freakin' Perfect

For once, it's not my fault that the damn toilet is clogged.

But somehow....I end up having to trek to the store at 10:30 at night to buy a plunger, so that I can use the bathroom without fear of an overflow.

And of course, it's just my luck that the one night that I have to waste $4 on a plunger is the same night that there is only one register open, run by the only cute girl in this town.

Now I'm the guy who wandered through her line and tossed four bucks her way, 'cause he's gotta go home and suction the poo out of the pipes.

Damn.

Epilogues

I've just finished watching Stranger Than Fiction, with Will Ferrell, and I must say that it is an amazing movie. The emotion is absolutely real and the story is just happy enough to not make me want to jump off a building.

Why is it that I'm always more interested in what happens to people (or characters) after their stories have been told? For instance, I took the movie out of my DVD player, placed it neatly in the return envelope that Netflix is nice enough to include, and I'm still curious what Mr. Crick and Ms. Pascal will be doing the following days of their imaginary lives. How will Dave enjoy his trip to Space Camp?

I've thought about it for a few minutes and I'm remembering asking these questions for basically everything that I've ever watched. Not that I've managed to see the last three seasons of 'NYPD Blue', but what is Sipowicz up to these days? I know that this is a very lame example, but I only bring it up because Ray and Christine have all of the seasons of 'Friends' on DVD and I'm looking right at them. So what happened to the characters in 'Friends' after the show ended? (Except for Joey, who got his own show that subsequently tanked.) Poorly executed spinoffs aside, maybe that's why we're better off not knowing. The answers aren't always as glamorous as the dreams we're lucky to have. I suppose that's slightly depressing.

My Liver and its Total Disdain for me.

Looking back at last week.....i realized i drank entirely too much.

I think it was either Friday or Saturday morning (they all are kind of running together), I woke up and my shirt was soaked with sweat. I tried to drink as much water as I could, but damn.....I was hardcore dehydrated.

So here goes.

Dryspell starts now.

Well....it started on Monday......then it ended later that night when Jordan invited me to see Josh Kelley show at 12th & Porter. I took it easy. 3 beers. But, I still failed at my goal to not drink this week.

But since then, I've been drinking water and a couple of diet cokes. I'm a good boy.

But now it's been a few days, my system seems normal and I'm totally craving some Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Dammit.

The big problem is that I'm bored and watching television and I've got nothing better to do all night than to hit up the grocery store, grab some brew, and watch my netflix movies. But I want to be able to make it a week without grabbing for grandpa's cough syrup.

I can tell you. It ain't happening. Oh well.....

At least I'm pretty sure that I won't get tanked, since I've got zero people to hang out with this weekend.....and very little $$.

Sweet Dreams, kiddies.

As if you didn't know....

Not that this will come as a shock to anyone who reads this: but I am officially an idiot.

Maybe I'm just having a streak of bad luck.....or maybe I was just too drunk all of last week to realize what was actually going on. But without mentioning the nitty gritty details, or any names.....let me put it in terms you should understand. I am a monumental idiot.

My trip home was awesome. I saw a lot of really great friends that I hadn't seen in a while and met a few new friends that were really great people! I drank entirely too much (also, not a shock for anyone reading this) and slept very little (slightly uncharacteristic for me).

I got to see a LSU Baseball game......GEAUX TIGERS!

I tagged along with my friends to a bachelor party for my buddy David. I got to see some naked women. I spent all of my money.

I got to play a gig with my best friends and a couple of amazing bands: Veara and Stand Up Citizens.

I got to play for my friends David and Lacey's wedding and see them begin their life together. I got sloppy drunk at the reception. And somehow Brian managed to convince the reception band that we should play. I was very against the idea at first, but I am thoroughly glad that I sucked it up and played, because it was a ton of fun!

I ended up at the Spanish Moon and for some terrible stroke of luck kept drinking. Bad idea. I apparently made inappropriate phone calls and sent inappropriate text messages. But, whatcha gonna do?

Driving back to Nashville with a banging hangover was a miserable experience, but I made it. So I'm here. That's the end of my tale.

None of this really explains why I'm an idiot......but trust me.....as if you didn't know.....I am an Idiot.

Glen Phillips Videos

I must apologize for the tardiness of this post.....but it's not like any of your were holding your breath for it. And if you were.....you're probably dead.

These are the Glen Phillips videos from last Tuesday night's show at 3rd & Lindsley.


"Windmills"





"Courage"



Okay. You'll have to forgive me for this one. Up until this point, he bantered between songs and chatted up the crowd. Oddly, this time he just launched into the tune. It was all I could do to pick up my camera, flip it to video mode and catch him in the middle of a verse. Enjoy.

"Walk On The Ocean"




I hope you've enjoyed my foray into videography. Take it easy.

Several Days That Haven't Sucked

Awwwwwww.......Yeah!

Okay, party people....here's your long awaited recap of my last four days. I know you've been dying for this, and I'm sorry that today took so long to finish, but it seems the normal progression to summarize my actions after they have resolved themselves.

Monday was a good day. I got to hang out with my friend Jordan and her roommate. We meandered around Vandy and ended up playing darts at a bar that had fantastic prices during happy hour! Needless to say, after all that time throwing darts in and around the garage door at Brandon's old place, I still blow at darts.

Tuesday was rocktastic! Glen Phillips played at a bar downtown, so Ray and I made sure we were there plenty early to get the best possible table. We ended up being the first two people even there to watch the show. I took some pictures and a few videos, which I will post:











Wednesday we met a great guy who builds AMAZING guitars!!! Fred Welker is a really interesting guy. He's a bit like Obi Wan Kenobi, but without a badass lightsaber.....and with a serious talent for building guitars! I was fortunate enough to play some incredible instruments including an archtop, a baritone acoustic and a few flattop acoustics. Unreal!


Today (thursday), we wandered around in Gruhn's Guitars for a bit. I ogled a few old Gibson acoustics and some really nice Gretsch Hollowbodies. Afterwards, we trekked to the Yazoo City Brewpub and sampled some tasty beverages.....



okay. so perhaps my life isn't all that exciting, but at least I've been playing guitars and drinking good beer!

Sketches Of Lincoln

I suppose this rant is overdue.

Here I am. Finally in Nashville. Drove in on Monday, unpacked, chilled out. crashed out a while after midnight or so. And when I wake up the next morning?

BAM!
I'm sick.

I hate getting sick. I hate being sick. I hate how long it takes to get well.....or to even feel "normal" again.

And is it just me, or when you blow your nose, do you catch yourself peeking at the results of your efforts? It's an odd habit, but I remember doing it since I was a kid. It's never as impressive as I'd hoped for. It's not like one day I'll magically blow out a green and yellow swirl of an Abraham Lincoln silhouette. It's always just going to be a mess in a Kleenex™. So why would I keep looking?

I apologize for the nature of the previous digression. It just happens that is what is on my mind. Or is it technically surrounding my mind? Irregardless, there is a lot of it up there, and it seems determined to escape through any oraface possible.

Ok. I promise that I'm done talking about my mucus infestation.

Other than that......it's cold.
How come every year I forget how cold it can get in the winter. Perhaps it's because I'm still not used to the weather above 30° latitude. It's been in the 20s all week so far. I know that I've been in colder weather before. Hell, I lived in colder weather last winter. But somehow, I'm still freezing my testicles off......not that you wanted to know.

Well.....I need to go eat something so i can take the crappy Tylenol Cold crap that I struggle to believe is working. Take it easy, people.

Sons-Of-Bitches

Those dirty bastards at Post Cereals have really chapped my hide.

They've done something horrible. Something that borders on pure evil. It's almost to the point that I can't even mention it.

But since you're reading this, I suppose I better make at least a mention of it.

They've changed 'Honey-Comb'. It doesn't taste right. It is no longer the sweet honey-tinged puffed rice cereal that I grew up with. It now tastes like feet.

Here's the crux of the situation. I was wandering around in the grocery store, which generally spells disaster anyway. I needed a few items. Mainly beer and toothpaste. But I just happened to wander down the cereals aisle and saw a Family-Sized box of one of my favorite cereals from my childhood. And a whopping Seventy-three cents off!

Sadly, now I know why the discount was applied.

Dammit.

Awww....Not Again

Well, I once again quote the immortal Whitesnake when I say:

"Here I go, again, on my own......" (duh nuh nah nah)

The answer is.....yeah. I'm moving again. I think I've got a good bead on it this time. So........

Nashville- here I come!!!!

Ray and Christine have been waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more-than-cool, and are letting me crash for a spell. I plan on finding a jobby-job and not being a total mooch.

Leaving Durham is somewhat of a mixed bag for me. I've had some really good times hanging out with 'Big C'. Plus, D-ham itself isn't all that bad. Hanging out at Tyler's and the Federal has allowed me to ogle several attractive women. Corey and I saved a few hundred bottlecaps from our late-night "music listening" sessions. We also managed to piss off a few neighbors here and there.

At the same time (and mostly on account of me being a lazy sack of crap), I've been bored out of my mind most of the time in the D. Granted, I've caught up on a loooooooooooooooooooooot of TV that I missed while I didn't have cable in the NYC. I could probably recite most of the episodes of 'NYPD Blue' or 'Aqua Teen Hunger Force', but that's not really furthering my goal.

I'm excited about Nash-vegas. Having driven around town for the last week or so, and having had a couple of in-depth conversations, I know that this is the right move.

I know that I at least have to give myself an honest shot at playing tunes. Living in BR wouldn't give me that opportunity. Living in NYC was a great experience, but the industry is so fragmented there. Durham, as far as I've seen, has zilch as far as opportunity.....unless you're into bio-technology (sorry, Big C).

The only drag is that after a solid six month stint in the Triangle, I finally see a beautiful girl. If anyone knows the really tall girl that works at Tyler's by the Bulls' ballpark, let her know that I'm only here for a few more weeks......'cause I was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much of a wuss to tell her that tonight. She was tall (which is attractive and intimidating, all at once), brown hair, blue eyes. In the least, I was impressed! I was quite infatuated......so much so, that I got busted at least 7 times for staring. Awkward!!!

Ok. So, in case nothing is mentioned later about this:

WHO DAT?! WHO DAT?! WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT 'DEM SAINTS?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!

All the way, BABY!