Atleast the beer was cheap

So let's start off on a good foot here. Sealab, if you do not know, is an apartment in Brooklyn that is slowing becoming a very well known venue for punk/ska bands to come hang out, drink beer, and have a good time. Yesterday afternoons show was nothing short of sweet. The bands were good, the beer was cheap, and everyone had a good time. With that said...

One of the bands that was on the bill last night, Nice Pipes, my band, did not play. After loading up my truck with my friend Joe and driving down to Bushwich, we sat around and waiting for our drummer for about 2 hours, while his phone was not ringing and nobody had any idea where he was. At about 5pm he finally called me and said that he had been sleeping. Yup, he was sleeping until 3pm, which you would think, hey, he can still make it! But he didn't, I don't know what he was doing for that 2 hours, but the bottom line is we didn't play, but hey, atleast the beer was cheap.

I came home really frusturated at the world and just went to sleep. I can't believe a person would say they were sleeping when asked why they didn't show up to play a gig at 5 in the afternoon. While laying in bed trying to sleep, I was thinking about everything that had happened. Not showing up, showing up late, trying to leave early. I quickly became very irrated with the way my band has slowly, once again, started to decline. I know it doesn't like much, but when you are booking shows, and someone just doesn't show, the weight gets a little heavier on your own back. On top of it, it's Monday, so I was once again thinking about having to work today (which is where I'm typing this. Yeah, it's THAT busy around here).

With all that in my head, I started thinking, fuck it, I'm going to join a band who is actually dedicated, go on tour, and have a blast. I want to be around people who want is as badly as I do. The only difference between myself, and any well known band, is that those people made a decision to say fuck work, fuck school, and just do what felt right. I'm slowly understand what can drive someone to do that, and it's kind of a relief. I think the main thing holding me back has always been fear of the unknown about music. How can I quit my job and join a band? How am I going to make money? blah blah blah. But I think I finally see that when it comes down to it, you'll be happy anyway, as long as it's what you really want to be doing.

So yeah, I thought about all this laying in bed, and figured that I'm done trying to be the ringleader, I'm going to do what I think its best for me, and if anyone wants to come along, that's cool also.

So the night was a bust a far as playing a show went, but the other bands rocked, I had a good time, and it all kind of forced me re-evalute my current situation which was a good thing to heppen right now.

But hey, atleast the beer was cheap

Spandex...seriously?

So there I am, walking out of a long and boring day of work, headed down to the gym for a post-work run. Now, being that I work in a pretty boring office, I enjoy getting down to the gym and getting in some exercise, being that I sit at a desk all day. Anyway, I walk into the locker room, change and head out to get my run on, and that's when I see it...


In the glassed off section of the gym is the women who runs one of the classes that mothers and older women take to get in some exercise. Now, one would think if you were the director of an exercise class, you might be, I don't know, IN SOME KIND OF FUCKING SHAPE. I guess this woman doesn't feel the same way, as she was super comfortable wearing her bright purple spandex that looked like it was clinging to it's last bit of life before it was sucked into her over sized ass, never to be seen again. On top of that, I noticed she had a lump on her back that makes the moles on Lemmy's cheek look like unnoticed whiteheads.

Needless to say, this kind of fucked up the rest of my afternoon. I couldn't get the image of her spandex-devouring-ass out of my head until I got home. I really hope we don't cross paths again anytime soon in fear it will make me impotent for the rest of my days.

Ugh, is this thing on.

So, here it is. My blog. Welcome. How are you? Sweet.

So what started as an idea to practice writing and burn some time as work as turned into me finally setting up this blog account. I spend alot of time at my job looking around the office for something to keep me occuiped once I am done reading through the newest copy of Skateboarder from the print departments free reading box. So I said hey, I'll start a blog and hopefully turn my ramblings into something creatative and read-worthy.

So this is day one of many to come with my blog, and I'm pretty excited. I have a few trips planned for the coming winter which include a few trips up to Vermont to see my good friend Jake and to check out the riding this winter. Also planned is a trip to British Columbia (hopefully) or maybe even round 2 of going to Steamboat Springs yearly "Ski Jam". Anyway you slice it, it's going to be a fun winter.

Later.