I should update more. But all the things I've been thinking about lately aren't things I want to record. Maybe I should get them off my chest, but they're not things I even want to think about, let alone write about. I was tempted to steal Tom's cookie analogy, but there's no sense in beating it to death. Plus I don't want to have to, like, pay royalties or something. So I'll just say that Mike deserves better. Too bad he's a stubborn ass. And I love him for it.
We had two Knitting Factory shows Friday and Saturday, had Sunday off, and then took a flight to MA Monday for another show. All of them went well, a few minor flubs aside. Who cares if we screw up we still kick all kinds of ass. And we're hot. So you know, that negates things like Mike's mic not being on or Eric singing off key. Notice how no one ever reports anything about the drumming being off? Of course not, because I am like a god among mere mortals in that band. I am the backbone, the glue holding the music together while the rest of them are off. I think I should get more credit.
I have a new icon. Look at it. That's me. Trying to break my drumsticks in half. I wasn't successful. It was distressing. I almost cried. But I'm too manly for that. So I pouted at Mike post-show and he...reassured my masculinity. Heh heh heh.
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