i'm at work and i'm bored

so here i go posting on the fucking blog. well we're playing TOMORROW! should be neat. i'm hoping that some of our people, aka friends, show up, cuz if it's just everyone from the other bands, who will most likely leave before we start, and the hella drunk regulars that go to this fucking place the beale st bar, then it could prove to be hella sketch. then again, i'm not really particularily afraid of taking on a hostile audience. it's not like we have to play our fucking pretty little semi-formalist pop songs. like i got this death by audio pedal called the soundwave breakdown, and it's a nasty little pink thing. tommi isn't quite a fan as of yet, as it produces this filthy high end feedback, that perhaps i ain't hearing properly due to ear damage or am more akin to tolerating, and is totally fucking loud. i mean, they weren't kidding on the website (deathbyaudio.com) that the thing is fucking loud. i like it, but it is like total chaos and fuzzed out sustain, when not totally feeding back and shit. anyways, i just ate a nasty ass hamburger, so i had a double shot of tezon tequila, sure hope i don't have the shits tomorrow, haha.

anyways, coming in fucking november, probably just in time for thanksgiving will be our epic cd which no one will care about and will proceed to collect dust in my closet. it's gonna be awesome. of all the people i've given copies to, which would be 3, i've gotten absolutely no feedback from, which means it's so totally awesome that they are in awe of my genius and can't even begin to fathom the words on which to gather the praises which are due onto me, or it's total crap and they don't wanna hurt my feelings, or didn't actually listen to it and could really be bother to seriously give a fuck, because why not get high and do some blow instead (i'm talking about my co-worker here, not you jessica, haha). but most likely it's just probably overlong and mediocre.

so here's the track list, not that it's of any signifigance to anyone...at all:

portrait of the artist
charisma
inspire
the failed musician
the source of my unhappiness
mediocrity
i hate music
another negative sexual experience
ambisexual
birthday suit
susan sontag
jazz
no emotion
my resignation
count the days
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the melodrama
fem politique
hausfrau
oh tyler
corporate rock
my self doubt
why r u so sad?
the cliche
get bored
i got a mental block
popstar, for sure
on the hill
cognitive dissonance
bitterlust
hack

so yeah whatever. it's fucking all 30 songs, cuz that makes the most sense. a compilation more than any coherent statement, cuz any coherent statements i could whittle things down to just seem like they would be too overly redundent and negative. and i would just hate to be oh so negative! my heavens!

anyways, we're playing two new songs tomorrow night, they're pretty good. come to our stupid show, hear me hit the pink box and unleash the little razor blades.