killafornia...
i just got my pictures back from last week...
nevada and ryan mahy.
nevada and dayna.
nevada, the bartender at the embassy, and me.
ryan mahy, and dayna.
me, and ryan mahy's girlfriend, laura (i think).
me, and craig (dj grenwod), who did cuts for me that night.
me, and dayna.
moka, and the quartertones, on stage.
more onstage with moka and the qt's.
upstairs in the band room, moka, the qt's ms. bates, and dj butter.
moka with some candies.
kevin, workin' the merch.
kevin and jay (moka's managers), putting it down.
"so how's our radio tracking in japan right now?"
kevin, danielle, and me.
kevin.
on my porch. my feet. yeah, blue nail polish. i love it. don't hate.
dayna, with moka.
dayna, doing her thing.
my flatmate alanna, on the right, with her friend.
working in a bar is such a strange thing sometimes. i swear, i could tell you a new story every day. something strange always happens. there's always one person, or one situation that happens, that either makes your laugh or gets you pissed off, which just makes you laugh...
run todd, run... a couple of nights ago this todd comes into the bar (if you have to ask me what a todd is, you probably are one). funny enough, his real name was todd. he comes up to the bar and orders a pint. tells us he's on a blind date, supposed to meet some girl here. blind date? do people really do that shit? if somebody said they wanted to set me up on a blind date i'd just laugh in their face. but anyway, the dude waits around for like half an hour, finishes his pint, and comes back up to the bar to pay his tab. "i guess i got stood up." sorry 'bout that. he walks outside, and then comes back in like three minutes with this girl. turns out, she's his blind date, and she's been waiting outside for half an hour while he was inside having a beer. they come up to the bar, he orders another beer, "and for you?" she doesn't answer me. "can i get you something?" still no answer. "do you want something to drink?!" no, she's fine, she doesn't want anything. so, todd is sitting there talking to his blind date who waited outside for him and doesn't want anything to drink. he has one pint. they leave. now, todd, do you want some advice? no? well, too bad, you're going to get it anyway. DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, no matter what, EVER go out with this girl again. first up, she's an idiot. it was cold out, and she waited outside on the steps for half an hour. girl, this is why we meet people at bars, so that if people don't get there at the same time you can wait for them at the bar, have a drink, talk to people, whatever. how old are you? 12? did your mom drop you off for your date? it's cold outside. are you that dumb? second, have a drink already. you're on a date. loosen up. i'm not saying you need to get hammered, but what kind of message are you sending to the guy you're on a date with, if you don't drink anything. jesus, i mean, you don't even have to have any alcohol. have a cranberry and soda. have a perrier. have a virgin caesar. something. anything. to not make the dude feel completely alone with his pint of beer. jesus. todd, even though you are a todd, you can do much better.
today's recommended listening...
awol one & daddy kev's killafornia, on alphapup records. i think these two bring out the best in each other.
toolshed are playing in london this saturday.
i love thursdays. i work sunday to wednesday, so today's my first of three days off. and thursdays we get together at the studio and work on tunes, then hit the bar after. it's my favorite night of the week, easily. maybe i'll see you out there.
lasers,
ryan
nevada and ryan mahy.
nevada and dayna.
nevada, the bartender at the embassy, and me.
ryan mahy, and dayna.
me, and ryan mahy's girlfriend, laura (i think).
me, and craig (dj grenwod), who did cuts for me that night.
me, and dayna.
moka, and the quartertones, on stage.
more onstage with moka and the qt's.
upstairs in the band room, moka, the qt's ms. bates, and dj butter.
moka with some candies.
kevin, workin' the merch.
kevin and jay (moka's managers), putting it down.
"so how's our radio tracking in japan right now?"
kevin, danielle, and me.
kevin.
on my porch. my feet. yeah, blue nail polish. i love it. don't hate.
dayna, with moka.
dayna, doing her thing.
my flatmate alanna, on the right, with her friend.
working in a bar is such a strange thing sometimes. i swear, i could tell you a new story every day. something strange always happens. there's always one person, or one situation that happens, that either makes your laugh or gets you pissed off, which just makes you laugh...
run todd, run... a couple of nights ago this todd comes into the bar (if you have to ask me what a todd is, you probably are one). funny enough, his real name was todd. he comes up to the bar and orders a pint. tells us he's on a blind date, supposed to meet some girl here. blind date? do people really do that shit? if somebody said they wanted to set me up on a blind date i'd just laugh in their face. but anyway, the dude waits around for like half an hour, finishes his pint, and comes back up to the bar to pay his tab. "i guess i got stood up." sorry 'bout that. he walks outside, and then comes back in like three minutes with this girl. turns out, she's his blind date, and she's been waiting outside for half an hour while he was inside having a beer. they come up to the bar, he orders another beer, "and for you?" she doesn't answer me. "can i get you something?" still no answer. "do you want something to drink?!" no, she's fine, she doesn't want anything. so, todd is sitting there talking to his blind date who waited outside for him and doesn't want anything to drink. he has one pint. they leave. now, todd, do you want some advice? no? well, too bad, you're going to get it anyway. DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, no matter what, EVER go out with this girl again. first up, she's an idiot. it was cold out, and she waited outside on the steps for half an hour. girl, this is why we meet people at bars, so that if people don't get there at the same time you can wait for them at the bar, have a drink, talk to people, whatever. how old are you? 12? did your mom drop you off for your date? it's cold outside. are you that dumb? second, have a drink already. you're on a date. loosen up. i'm not saying you need to get hammered, but what kind of message are you sending to the guy you're on a date with, if you don't drink anything. jesus, i mean, you don't even have to have any alcohol. have a cranberry and soda. have a perrier. have a virgin caesar. something. anything. to not make the dude feel completely alone with his pint of beer. jesus. todd, even though you are a todd, you can do much better.
today's recommended listening...
awol one & daddy kev's killafornia, on alphapup records. i think these two bring out the best in each other.
toolshed are playing in london this saturday.
i love thursdays. i work sunday to wednesday, so today's my first of three days off. and thursdays we get together at the studio and work on tunes, then hit the bar after. it's my favorite night of the week, easily. maybe i'll see you out there.
lasers,
ryan
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