It's Always Sunny in New York

It finally stopped fucking raining today. For the past few days it has been nothing but shit, cold weather, rain, and more shit. Today I woke up feeling pretty damn good when I walked outside without a coat and it was nice and sunny, bitchin'. That feeling of awesomeness slowly slipped away as I got to work though. It's not like I HATE my job, I just get a little bored with it now and again. I work at a desk, and do a lot of paper work, but I guess in these times, having a job at all is good. Especially being that our company just had another round of lay offs this week, and I once again made it. Although while it was happening, I was thinking about what I would do if I did get laid off. Maybe I would go out and get a SWEET ass job that would let me wear shorts and a t-shirt to the office. But, I didn't get laid off, so I'm sitting at my desk writing this instead, wasting away the last hour of work before I go out and drink some beers.

Tonight is my friends birthday, so in good form, we are going out drinking. I always thought birthdays were a funny thing to celebrate. "Hey! You aren't dead yet! Right on man!". Not saying I don't like going out with my friends, but the idea behind it is kind of funny to me. I feel like it'll be fun, and I also have a half day of work tomorrow due to that fact it is Friday, and like almost every Friday, I'm off again with the band. This trip is up to Rochester and Buffalo, New York. What does that mean for me? About 12 hours in the car this weekend. Fuck. Rochester is always a good time, so I'm pretty excited for everything (but the drive of course), and Buffalo is a crap shoot because we are playing at a frat party. Weird right? I never enjoyed the frat kids when I was in college, but hey, they want us to play, fuck it, we'll play. We are driving home Saturday night because our guitarist wanted to come back that night, and I felt bad making him take the trip alone, so I said I'd come with him. I'm an awesome friend, I know, hold the applause.

I guess I should go do some more work. Got about an hour left of work before I can leave, so I guess I should try and be productive. I really just want to go sit in the sun and have a drink, but oh well, thems the breaks. Peace out bitches.

Dick Sandwich

I might be beating a dead horse on this one, but why the fuck are people so damn shitty? I'm not talking about celebrities here, but more the average person you encounter on a daily basis. That guy at the corner store, or the lady at the drug store who sold me aspirin today. People just seem to have this constant look of, "fuck you", on their face. Now I know that the economy is in the shitter, and life could be a hell of a lot better for most of the people out there, but I think people need to come to terms with these ideas, and either better themselves, or just deal with the hand they are dealt, and strap on a fucking smile.

As far as my life goes, like anyone, I have bad days and good days. Some days I go to work and do my work and go home. Some days I want to smash someones head through the fax machine, but I don't broadcast these feelings to everyone I run into. I don't want to be the reason someones day goes from good to bad. Some people just wander this world being crabby fucks, and I don't think I'll ever fully understand why. Life sucks, just accept it, have a cold beer, and try and enjoy your time on this shit pile known as Earth.

I think this current stream of thought was triggered not only by the old lady at the drug store, but by a song I heard on the newest NOFX album (which I got before the release date due to leaks, but shh, don't tell Fat Mike). There is a verse in the song that says, "Life's an endless party, not a punch card". To me, on this day, nothing has made more sense. I understand that it is important to work hard, regardless of what you do, but at the same time, if you can't sit back everyone now and again, and just enjoy yourself, what are you working for? A fat ass bank account and a perma-frown? I'll pass on that. I'll take just-making-it and enjoy every second of my check-by-check life for now.

This topic is often one that comes up when I'm talking to people at shows and such. They ask if my band makes any money, and I say we break even, or make a little bit, but I have a normal job, so it is okay. They usually ask why I'd spend my free time and a good amount of my personal money to do something that isn't paying me back. As many musicians have said in the past, it is the most fun job in the world. Maybe one day my band will be my income, which would be amazing, but until, I'll go to work on Monday with a smile on my face knowing that sooner than later, I'll be spending another drunken weekend with 5 of my best friends, making music, or hanging out with my amazing girlfriend, also drinking, and hopefully getting laid (bonus points).

So to all the frowny fuckers out there, get with the program and enjoy this crappy place while you can, you'll be pissed you didn't when you're gone. I'm going to go have a few beers, play my guitar, and enjoy every damn second of it.

Join the club...

Hey y'all, how's it hanging? So apparently we have this great new idea for my band. All (or most) of us have started blogs so people can track our lives right from the Internet! Pretty sweet, huh? We will cover such topics as show reviews, fun places we have gotten drunk and/or ate, who got down and dirty with some down and dirty ladies, and all that good stuff that you want to hear from a band. But please, do not be alarmed, as my blog will continue to be my thoughts spilled out onto this page in no particular order, but also now included all the above mentioned information. It's like two blogs for the price of one! Beat that fuckers!

So yeah, Plattsburgh, New York, that's where we were last. It was a very fun weekend for all company included. We tend to try and play places we have friends/family as to save on spending money on rooms, which usually works out pretty well. We recently stayed at our emcee, Tags, brothers house. It was a pretty sweet place, and it reminded me of all the things I missed about college life. Broken in walls, no locks on doors, nothing in the kitchen (except beer and some insane mix of crap these guys put together on a nightly basis) and the sounds of love coming from all corners of the house. On top of that, going out is twice as fun in towns like Plattsburgh, because everything is so cheap. Growing up and going out to drink in the tri-state area kind of gets you used to paying $6 for a beer, so when you show up somewhere and the bartender tells you they have $2 beers, it pretty much makes your night. That said, those nights usually go forgotten, because of the cheap alcohol vast amounts are usually consumed, leaving you extremely hungover, but NOT BROKE! I'll take a headache over an empty wallet any day of the week, believe you me.

Got a bunch more shows coming up this month, all of which seem to be like winners (and good sources for cheap drinks). I'm off to finish my day of work looking like a smack addict because I had to get blood drawn on my lunch break. Got to love bruises on your inner elbow! Just remember, when the going gets tough, the tough get going, and I start drinking.