The metal

The best thing about being in a band is the drama. Seriously it’s better than a soap opera. Nothing against the people that I had the pleasure of jamming with, but it’s just a fact, it’s hard to get 4 people to play the same song the right way, let alone get 4 personalities to agree on issues outside of the music. So, with that, my tenure as drummer for Bleach Battalion is over. It just sounded like there were a lot of forces outside of the music that we couldn’t get over. Basically the band is one person, and she wrote all the songs, sings, and plays guitar. She can be backed by pretty much anyone, and that jams for her. She’s very talented and I hope she finds the right people, so that the band can move forward. I don’t really get the politics of it all, but it doesn’t matter. I just don’t think I was a good fit for the band. They really need someone who can represent the same way that they represent. I can play the songs, and enjoy playing the songs, but I don’t live the life. They live the life, and that means something special to them. I think they need a drummer who lives that life too and who can fight for the issues that the band espouses. Something like that. Anyway, I’m out of the band, and that’s ok. I’ve got plenty of other things to worry about right now. I still really like BB and the music. They said they’d keep me in mind for some of their other projects, so that’s cool. I’m glad that I was good enough to hang on a musical level, that was big for me. I haven’t played the drums in weeks though. I gotta get on that.



Big weekend. I love to break news and destroy a well kept secret, so here goes. I hit Old Town Social for the second time and it was just as jamming as the first time I hit it. If you haven’t been there, you gotta check it out. I really can’t remember a place that packed in the ladies like this. I don’t remember what crobar was like back in the day, or way before many of the people in my office were born, there was a place called Kaboom. Those places packed in the ladies, but not like OTS. The nice thing about OTS other than the ratio, which I have to put at about at least 1 to 1, is the fact that the women who do hang there are also very attractive. Double winner, lotsa women, and very hot women. That works. So my buddy and I are gonna start going there every night. That’s the thing about these places, you can’t go there all the time, you gotta pick your spots. So we prolly will only go there every other night. They have a jamming beer menu there too. Lotsa tasty brews to choose from. Although it’s not cheap, and I did try the food there and it wasn’t very good. I think restaurants can’t serve burgers medium anymore cuz some people got sick. Well my burger from OTS was way too well done. Not tasty. The plethora of babes def made up for it, and I washed the char down with some tasty beers. Not bad.



I did not go to the Dashboard Confessional show on my birthday. I just didn’t want to see the band as much as I just wanted my money back. Well getting my money back proved to be a difficult task. I dunno. I haven’t had to sell tix in a while, so I don’t think I was using common sense, and it didn’t help that the show started at 530. I did put 2 of the tix on CL. They sold for a good price and I made the connection there, which was one of my concerns. That left me with 2 tix. So there was nobody buying, I was trying to get more than the market would bear, and the market was non-existant, so that didn’t help. There were some dudes hanging around that didn’t look like DC fans. They were trying to buy some tickets so they could flip them back out. I was getting to the point where I just wanted to move on so I could meet my buddy for a beer on my Birthday. So I talk to one of the guys and he says he’ll give me 70. I say ok, basically get my money back. So he gives me a 100 dollar bill and I give him the tix and 30 bucks. I look at the 100 and immediately think that not only did I give my tickets away, but I paid somebody 30 to take them. It was phony. I shouldn’t be surprised, it looked weird. Didn’t feel like money, and looked like 2 pieces of paper glued together. My initial reaction was, this is fake, maybe someone else will take it. Then I’m like, no, I’m not gonna give away 100 bucks and hope to pass off a phony 100 on someone else. That’s bull. So I say to the guy. “This isn’t real man, give me my tickets back.” I thought for sure that the dude was gonna put up a fight. He was just like, “What are you talkin about?” I said, “This isn’t real man, it’s two pieces of paper glued together.” He’s like, “Alright let me talk to my guy over here.” He gave me back my tix, my money, and I gave him the phony 100. After that, I was done trying to deal with those guys. After about a half hour I came upon somebody legit looking for tix and sold them for 70. After that a bunch of people came around looking. I prolly could’ve gotten more than face, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to roll on.



I think I was talking about preconceived notions a couple of weeks ago. It’s funny how powerful they are. You look at something and you totally have it summed up for what you think it is, and then your expectations just get blown out of the water. My buddy and I went to another joint after OTS and there were some hot women there. I ended up talking to this girl who was off the charts nutty gorgeous. I mean picture the hottest swimsuit model you can think of. This girl’s body was like a Barbie doll. She was tall, had huge fake hooters, and a really tight bod all around. Why she was talking to me, I have no idea, but I wasn’t going to question it. Anyway, it turned out that she lived in Indiana, an hour east of South Bend. It’s like…ok. Although her body was a picture of feminine perfection, she was a total tomboy. She was nuts about animals. I think I mentioned a while back that I’m not really an animal lover. I like them, and I wish them well. Sometimes I eat them. That’s about it. Well this woman had horses. A few of them. And rented a barn somewhere to keep her animals. I tried to hold my own by saying that I care for my kids’ hamster, but I wasn’t getting very far with that. Especially when she came out and told me that she wanted a camel. Hrm. Ok. I think she said camels are really cool and chill, and that unlike horses, they don’t spook easy or something like that. I was willing to take her word for it. She said she can get a baby camel for like 4k. I was like, righteous bucks. Then she went on to tell me about her hairless pygmy cats. It sounded like she had a bunch of them running through her place. She said they stay like kittens their whole lives and I should look into them. I told her I would. I have it on my things to do list. Yeah, so safe to say this person was about as polar opposite as could be from what my preconceived notions of her were. She also had two kids, which was fine, but she didn’t look like she’d had kids, and she looked young for it. But who’s to say these days, it’s hard for me to judge age anyway, she could’ve been in her late 20s. Anyhoo. Gotta love preconceived notions. They are fun for sure.



I’ve got more stories, but I think that will do for now. I’ll try to be more regular with this thing soon.