no stop ok? luck die cobra. club resuscitate...

-okay, first things first. i fucked up, the show is tomorrow (friday) night, not saturday. here's the flyer they emailed me:



i don't really know what time things will get going or how much it is, but whatever. and one last time, check out no luck club,



and, stop die resuscitate.



-check out american hunger, a new site started by gm grimm (formerly mf grimm). you probably know the name miranda jane from all the hip-hop mags, i just came across her page and she hipped me to it...

-man, i'm really getting sick bartending sometimes. most of the time it's cool, but every once in a while, you just have one of those nights where all of your customers are annoying as shit and you really just can't give a fuck. every weds. at taps, they have an open-stage night hosted by this dude vinnie. now, vin's a cool cat (super-talented), but open-stage nights are hit-and-miss at the best of times. i work it pretty much every weds, and it pretty much always sucks. a bunch of broke-ass wannabe musicians who don't drink, and when they do, don't tip. plus, when they play, 95% garbage. i mean, fuck, i guess that's what the whole open-stage concept is for right, letting anyone go up and play, but jesus, when you're stuck working there all night, and you're forced to listen to people whining their way through and destroying classic songs... by the end of the night, your patience gets pretty low. week after week, these same people, just annoying the shit out of me. like this fat little too-much-make-up goth chick who drinks ginger ale, never tips, and tries to flirt with me, calling me "cutie" and making me want to vomit. i do my best to ignore, but what can you do. then i got this older, drunk guy, who used to be the keyboardist for max webster, coming up to me and telling me about how he used to be the keyboardist for max webster, but how he's sick of people always talking to him about max webster, and i'm just thinking, dude, i don't really care who you are, i barely know what max webster is, and if you hadn't of told me you were the keyboardist for max webster, the thought would have never crossed my mind. if you don't want people talking to you about max webster, why do get drunk and go around telling everyone about how you used to be the keyboardist for max webster? ridiculous. there's more, but that's enough for now...

-i had a couple of crazy dreams last night. i haven't remembered any of my dreams for a month or so, maybe more, which had me a bit worried. last night's were crazy. i'm kicking myself for not writing them down as soon as i woke up. all i can remember are a few random flashes of images, nothing that would make any sense were i to describe it here...

-more later, i'm off for some coffee and watermelon...

lasers,
ryan