jfrey wrote:Schlatte! You're a drummer, get your ass over here and drum!
I would.. but there are a few kilometres of water and land and stuff between us... and my knee hurts so... unless you pay for the flight/transport of my drums it is, sadly, not going to happen
jfrey wrote:It's driving me crazy how I can't find a drummer. I'm looking everywhere. Craigslist, Bandmix, Intonation, asking around Berklee, etc.
I bet that can respond very will to the rest of the band and play some awesome fills, or not at all.
Just met with another potential band-mate and I'm really confused about his motivation. He has plenty of resources/connections(what I don't have), but IDK, he ended up sitting around watching a Phish dvd.
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
I hate when people touch my stuff, it's mine, don't touch it, it's there for a reason, just because you "need' something, doesn't mean you can just take from me, not tell me and not return what you took.
The4455 wrote:I hate when people touch my stuff, it's mine, don't touch it, it's there for a reason, just because you "need' something, doesn't mean you can just take from me, not tell me and not return what you took.
See my other thread.
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
Gaaahhhhhh... my math teacher is the dumbest fuck piece of shit on this planet. He does not deserve to breathe my air.... every week he just comes in, writes on the board for 2 hours and leaves. If someone asks something he just responds with "google it, Wikipedia and YouTube are still there..." Arghhhhh I want to shit on his face in a non sexual way...
i've been having dreams about my grandpa lately the first one was so fucking... oh my god... i can't even write about the horror... the second one (tonight) was just a reminder he's not with us anymore
i feel you...i keep having dreams where my ex is coming in the door calling "i'm home."
and that situation seems to just get worse and worse...i'm afraid before it's all done i'm going to wind up entangled in years of lawsuits and shit. i have the creepy feeling that she's drawing everything out as long as possible to keep on ripping off my attention, but there appears to be no way to make her finish things. though i'm going to inquire tomorrow. but i just spent the last two days cut off from the net because there either was a great misunderstanding or she deliberately let the cable run out so i spent my time clearing up from the awful mess left over from her movers, trying to render things into some sort of order, and crying. i'm right fucking back to "i don't want to be here." even though i know that Daniel will be here soon, and things should/could/might be better. it seems that i've spent my whole life plugging away hoping that things will be better someday. i told my friend Feather tonight that i'll give it until i'm 60. i'll be 55 in December. certainly 60 years is enough; by then nobody can say "oh, what a tragedy he gave up so young."
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
i do this too the list is huge
