Tonight, if I ever get outta the office, Ludicra will move our equipment into the recording studio. I’m starting, finally, to get excited. It comes at a great time… You know, after this I had written a bunch of deep shit about politics, life in general… fuck it. It’s a blog. There’s a million of these. I’m just gonna go rock and get drunk and cough up more lung butter. Life is good, I repeat, life is good.
Ludicra will record…
In two days. For the first time in 3.5 years. I wish it was during another month, but c’est la vie. Why not pack everything I need to do for the next years into the tiniest month there is? Sure, good idea. Then, I can pick up some drug habits again when I’m done and wile away the following ten months of 2004 in an opiatic haze. Sweeeet…
paid to play
Fuck the bullshit… I got 18 bucks today because a song I wrote lyrics for got played on the radio in Finland. Fucking Finland. Those Scandinavian mother fuckers got some decent taste in music, it seems.
The lameness must continue
I’m back. Kill me now?
Fucking Bridge and Tunnel
Well, to me, it felt like I was in Akira. Mama Myers and I were just trying to go get some lunch in downtown. All of a sudden from behind a large building comes a twenty foot high negro angel. Fucking SURREAL. Then, annoying. A Christmas parade, in Oakland! I mean, sure, the snow flows here all year long, but I thought the cops were working on stopping that. In any case, we had to hoof it across the parade just as it was starting. I enjoyed the three youths who were hiding under the cover of air to smoke some pot and make the parade more interesting. I mean… they had a Felix the Cat balloon. Do kids even know who the fuck that is, or in true ghetto style, did Oakland get a hand-me-down balloon?