tom cruise
so like yesterday my dumb job number one was catering a lunch for tom cruise and the ceo of yahoo. katie holmes was there too, and i'm told she was very pregnant with tom's alien love child. whatever. it was a pain in the ass only for me because monday afternoon i had to do some running around cuz the client called and made some last minute additions to the party and shit. whatever. i got paid. fuck tom cruise tho, he's ugly, and scientology is so lame. now if he was a buddhist, that'd be somethin' else.
so that was a nice incoherent post from last night, right? whatever. dumb song will eventually manifest, i suppose. still waiting for that damn keyboard. stoop bitch took even longer to actually drop it off at ups, and NOW it ain't scheduled to arrive until this coming monday, a full two weeks after i won the auction and PAID nearly $900 for the damn thing. kinda annoying.
so flighty boys piss me off, especially pretty flighty boys who make you the center of their world only to remove you from relevance after a drunk stumble. whatever.
i am dumb job number two now. fake stevie wonder latin band is playing. barf out. stevie wonder is cool, but i never listen to the records we own of his. at least little man is not here. he done pissed me off all night long last night. it's bad enough that he be here all the time with his spazzed out former coke-head ass freaking the fuck out trying to steal all the money from customers that is rightfully his as un-reasonably possible, but no last night he had to get all fucking interested in the fucking light show, with pathetic excuse for lighting design. i swear, i mean, first off, the motherfucker is color blind. color blind!! second, the only thing he likes is shit that is so goddamn high contrast and washed out. fucking hideous, and his artwork and photography is amateurish at best, and looks shit on all cds and such artwork i have had the displeasure to bear witness. so he be on my ass for like an hour all and shit, making the show look like shit, when all i wanna do is just sit on the stool and wait for the time to tick by as the wife caterwauls away singing the same damn standards she sings every fucking week. finally the end of the night comes, it's 11:50pm, and they go into the jefferson's theme song, moving on up. yeah, i know, but it's not as terrible as it sounds when compared to some of the other material, don't even ask about the dentist song, ugh. so i'm like, oh this is gonna go on forever, at least 10-15 minutes, cuz it's the last night of the wife's weekly gig, cuz she's gotten too lazy to do even that much work with respect to her fucking jazz club, i presume, tho there are a litany of excuse with respect to her band of which she has brought to my attention the past, but can one blame her band for having such low moral when it be the same shit and the same schtick that they be performing every goddamn week. anyway, my innards get that feeling, and i'm like, fuck it, i'm gonna go take a shit. i figure i got time, little man is distracted doing some bullshit, who the fuck cares, i got ten minutes to go, so yeah, fuck it. so i be sitting downstairs on my sickly throne doing my thing, oh the pressure, got make it kinda quick, and i'm listening to the tune above, and the head ends, and i'm ok, now we gots two solos to go at least, 3-5 mins each, and then, and then! the wife fucking starts to announce the band, and i'm like, oh fuck! the god damn show is over, aw shit. so be trying to wipe my ass all hella quick, and shit, and i'm like fuck, this sucks. in the mean time, i do believe little man may have run down the stairs and into the bathroom in order to ascertain my location, cuz he's that fucking neurotic. anyways, i make my ways back upstairs, and fucking hell, there he is doing the lights, covering for me, as he should, cuz he is the manager, and my only bad was not asking him to cover whilst pooing in the leui. anyway, i'm like, hey thanks steve, sorry, i had to uh, yeah, and he just looks at me with pure utter hatred, cuz i'm so less than human, and unworthy of the distinct pleasure of working for him and earning any compensory payment in return and such from his tight swiss jew ass. cuz he's like that you know? oh the glare! and i'm like, whatever, like i even give a fuck. plz fire me. i dare you. cuz what cha' gonna do? do the sound for the six weeks it takes you to find an adequate replacement? ya think nikki is gonna work 7 nights in the interim? i didn't fucking think so. go ahead, be angry, but it ain't over shit. this place is a vortex of negativity. i think i'm gonna quit in may, cuz two years is enough of a whatever of sorts towards survival in this pergatory. i need more time to myself, time to work on music and such with my drummer. the only thing i will miss is a third of my income.
i worked on music today. remixing, adding details to some tunes. my friend donny is coming into town tomorrow, returning from new york city. he said he'd do some artwork for our never to be realized cd, so i needed to modify some of the tunes for a cd for him, cuz he wants to here what we got for proper context and inspirational purposes. a righteous request, for sure. i'm excited to see him, cuz it was utterly lame that he moved away, even though he does seem a lot happier!
i bought the new prince cd today. i actually downloaded it like 2 or 3 weeks ago and had been listening to it a lot since. i think it's interesting that in the liner notes he says all praise to jehovah, whereas it was always the ubiquitous god before in all his other records. anyway, the album is definitely the best thing he has put out since the gold experience. the only sucky songs are the ones with that ugly tuneless bitch tamar singing on them, and even they aren't thoroughly bad. if his next record is as much of an improvement on this one as this one is to musicology, perhaps he might become groundbreaking or relevant again. an enjoyable cd nonetheless, within the upper realm of his second teir albums.
so that was a nice incoherent post from last night, right? whatever. dumb song will eventually manifest, i suppose. still waiting for that damn keyboard. stoop bitch took even longer to actually drop it off at ups, and NOW it ain't scheduled to arrive until this coming monday, a full two weeks after i won the auction and PAID nearly $900 for the damn thing. kinda annoying.
so flighty boys piss me off, especially pretty flighty boys who make you the center of their world only to remove you from relevance after a drunk stumble. whatever.
i am dumb job number two now. fake stevie wonder latin band is playing. barf out. stevie wonder is cool, but i never listen to the records we own of his. at least little man is not here. he done pissed me off all night long last night. it's bad enough that he be here all the time with his spazzed out former coke-head ass freaking the fuck out trying to steal all the money from customers that is rightfully his as un-reasonably possible, but no last night he had to get all fucking interested in the fucking light show, with pathetic excuse for lighting design. i swear, i mean, first off, the motherfucker is color blind. color blind!! second, the only thing he likes is shit that is so goddamn high contrast and washed out. fucking hideous, and his artwork and photography is amateurish at best, and looks shit on all cds and such artwork i have had the displeasure to bear witness. so he be on my ass for like an hour all and shit, making the show look like shit, when all i wanna do is just sit on the stool and wait for the time to tick by as the wife caterwauls away singing the same damn standards she sings every fucking week. finally the end of the night comes, it's 11:50pm, and they go into the jefferson's theme song, moving on up. yeah, i know, but it's not as terrible as it sounds when compared to some of the other material, don't even ask about the dentist song, ugh. so i'm like, oh this is gonna go on forever, at least 10-15 minutes, cuz it's the last night of the wife's weekly gig, cuz she's gotten too lazy to do even that much work with respect to her fucking jazz club, i presume, tho there are a litany of excuse with respect to her band of which she has brought to my attention the past, but can one blame her band for having such low moral when it be the same shit and the same schtick that they be performing every goddamn week. anyway, my innards get that feeling, and i'm like, fuck it, i'm gonna go take a shit. i figure i got time, little man is distracted doing some bullshit, who the fuck cares, i got ten minutes to go, so yeah, fuck it. so i be sitting downstairs on my sickly throne doing my thing, oh the pressure, got make it kinda quick, and i'm listening to the tune above, and the head ends, and i'm ok, now we gots two solos to go at least, 3-5 mins each, and then, and then! the wife fucking starts to announce the band, and i'm like, oh fuck! the god damn show is over, aw shit. so be trying to wipe my ass all hella quick, and shit, and i'm like fuck, this sucks. in the mean time, i do believe little man may have run down the stairs and into the bathroom in order to ascertain my location, cuz he's that fucking neurotic. anyways, i make my ways back upstairs, and fucking hell, there he is doing the lights, covering for me, as he should, cuz he is the manager, and my only bad was not asking him to cover whilst pooing in the leui. anyway, i'm like, hey thanks steve, sorry, i had to uh, yeah, and he just looks at me with pure utter hatred, cuz i'm so less than human, and unworthy of the distinct pleasure of working for him and earning any compensory payment in return and such from his tight swiss jew ass. cuz he's like that you know? oh the glare! and i'm like, whatever, like i even give a fuck. plz fire me. i dare you. cuz what cha' gonna do? do the sound for the six weeks it takes you to find an adequate replacement? ya think nikki is gonna work 7 nights in the interim? i didn't fucking think so. go ahead, be angry, but it ain't over shit. this place is a vortex of negativity. i think i'm gonna quit in may, cuz two years is enough of a whatever of sorts towards survival in this pergatory. i need more time to myself, time to work on music and such with my drummer. the only thing i will miss is a third of my income.
i worked on music today. remixing, adding details to some tunes. my friend donny is coming into town tomorrow, returning from new york city. he said he'd do some artwork for our never to be realized cd, so i needed to modify some of the tunes for a cd for him, cuz he wants to here what we got for proper context and inspirational purposes. a righteous request, for sure. i'm excited to see him, cuz it was utterly lame that he moved away, even though he does seem a lot happier!
i bought the new prince cd today. i actually downloaded it like 2 or 3 weeks ago and had been listening to it a lot since. i think it's interesting that in the liner notes he says all praise to jehovah, whereas it was always the ubiquitous god before in all his other records. anyway, the album is definitely the best thing he has put out since the gold experience. the only sucky songs are the ones with that ugly tuneless bitch tamar singing on them, and even they aren't thoroughly bad. if his next record is as much of an improvement on this one as this one is to musicology, perhaps he might become groundbreaking or relevant again. an enjoyable cd nonetheless, within the upper realm of his second teir albums.
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