Friday:
Went and saw my bass player Bob’s other band, Stripper @ the Gig. They were awesome. Chaotic, punkish but not nihilist. They hit the spot.
Saturday:
Worked on a backing track for a song we are playing on Saturday. It’s the live debut of this one and it’s a fricking surprise, ok? lol
After that, I went to Dave & Busters, this Vegas for the tween set style restaurant/bar/huge fricking video arcade place thing.
It was for a surprise b-day party for a friend. I had the peppercorn ribeye with frazzled onions and loaded mashed potatoes (you have to say that last part like you’re the voice on Disney’s Thunder Mountain Railroad!). Seriously, that was the name. ‘Twas good.
Headed over to the vid game, where I conquered the Trivia game. It’s set up like a large Jeopardy meets Trivial Pursuit with a HUGE screen where 6 players can duke it out. Upon my ascendency to the throne, I tossed my hand to one side like a childish emperor who doesn’t know what’s good for him, and, sleepily remarked, “I grow weary.”
It was at this point, we made our way to the Skeeball. You know, those old school alley games you roll the ball into these numbered holes (higher the number the higher the degree of difficulty).
After feeling the sedentary and unsatisfied emotion of consistently hitting the 10, the 20, and the 40 hole (there by getting you maybe 4 tickets to be redeemed for…uh, crap), I thought, screw this: I’m going to use all 9 of my game balls to go for the 100 hole in the upper right hand corne!. If you don’t make it, it trickles down to the 10 hole, which means I can guarantee you a 90 score, yo.
And?
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Again:
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
One more time hahaha!
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Ugh. Ok, let’s do something else….something VIOLENT! Yea, House of the Dead III with these zombies coming at you every three seconds and you’re pointing this stupid gun right at their head and the shot goes like, I don’t know, 10 feet above it and you start screaming at the screen, “I shot you damnit!! Die!!! Die!! Die!! What the f*ck??? This game SUCKS!!!!”
Sigh. Back to the Trivia game.
Score! Pappa needs a pair of brand new shoes!!
Ok, I am now obsessing over the 100 hole in that damn skeeball game.
Here we go:
Nope. Nope. Close!! Nope. DAMN!! Nope. ARGGGH! Nope. Nope.
Ok, last time…
UGH!!! Nope. Nope. Nope. DAMNIT!!! DAMNITT!!! YES!!!!! AGAIN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Patrons nearby facially express shock at my display of positive emotion.
Stupid white people.
At 1:30 in the morning we leave this gateway drug to Vegas, pleased, content, sleepy eyed, drained and serene.
Sunday morning:
Computer problems! Argh. Working on it. Potential External Hard drive crash. Backing everything up on DVD-R. Will keep you posted.
Later that day:
Was interviewed by two guys representing the Open Road Trip Project. Two college kids who have traveled 8300 miles (thusfar) to interview people all over the states whose lives and careers have been affected/driven and helped by the Internet, Podcasting and Podsafe music. They are big into creative commons licensing and will post all of their raw footage (including my interview) on the web for ANYONE to download and even use for their own purposes. Kudos to them for the drive they have and for working on this. I’ll post the info when I get it.
Sunday afternoon:
Practice! Worked on the new or never before played music. Putting the set together today (Monday). Two more practices before the big show!
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