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The story of my life...
So here I sit all by myself, wondering what to do. These days its so hard for me to get decent time on the computer, or time to think to what I might say.
Ok. I could say that my band Kävelevä Räkä is gonna open up for the Murder Junkies in Helsinki next month. Well, I got a real kick about making it official and I was really glad. So who are they? Ever heard of GG.Allin? No? Never mind then... Is just that before two weeks ago, we hadnt played live in over year and a half. We are gonna play again this month in tampere and I have high hopes about the gig.
The show two weeks ago, I didnt want to do it but since we were swindled, we played it anyways and people loved us. I dont get them, I puked on stage twice and that was not part of the act. The first time we played at that venue, 3/4 of the audience left after four songs. Now... nobody left, the crowd was huge though nobody dared to come too near the stage. Go figure?
I fucking hate gigs. I wanna stop rehearsing for the gigs and go to the studio to record our new material.
But nevermind.
Still no ID. I am too fucking paranoid and too damn fucking poor to get myself proper ID. But what the hell, I get by but honestly, I need em SO FUCKING BAD!!!! Whitout them, I cant do shit thats even somehow honest and decent and whatfuckingnot...If I go down this track too long, its not gonna get me anywhere I really want to be.
I had fun a week ago though, at the national anarchist convention. Maybe the fact that the only finnish punk bar was way too close didnt doo too much good on the event. Well, too bad, maybe we should ponder about the subject which things are important and what are not, but who am I to judge.
Disapointment and disillusioment, if you dont get that at times no matter what you belive in, what challenging is there in your belives?
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