How's it goin'. Anyway, I'm going to work on some songs later. Maybe I should write an entire concept album based on the above cover image. I tried to draw some hills the other night, since I think it'd be cool if my sleepwalking cartoon was set in a hilly environment, such that the Ambien-dosed walkers that go driving would face the greatest possible peril. I suppose. The pics of San Francisco I found were quite impressive. It's funny how it's like looking at a bunch of normal buildings from a strange angle, but you're standing on the ground. Like the line of perspective is still correct in a picture, with all the tops of the houses parallel, but the streets totally cut through that plane randomly. I need to get out more. Anyway this cartoon idea of mine seems heavily influenced by "Vertigo"... dreamy and mysterious, set in San Francisco or someplace like it, and incredibly including a shot of changing traffic lights on an empty street at night, which is one of my favorite things in the world which I didn't even know was in the movie.
As a grad student I'm required to take some grad student seminar class which happens at 2pm, but both sections of the Animation course I want conflict with that time... one ends at 2:15, the other begins at 2:30. Stupid. So I may have to take something like a theatre course instead. So what's it gonna be, Scene Design, or History of the Theatre? Both are 500 level, so I imagine the former may involve building shit while the latter will involve writing shit. Hmm.
Currently I'm broke as a spoke, but I'll soon have a nice bit of financial aid overage. Here are some things I'm going to spend it on!
Phil and I swung by Group Therapy in Five Points, and they said to talk to the manager on Wednesday after 11pm (?!). I have no idea if Phil went last night, but I'll just assume we need to go back another night. Meanwhile, Chuck's friend in The Ivy League might've dropped our name for the Art Bar booking guy, but I wouldn't've known anything about it, so I primed the pump by emailing the booking guy saying we'd love to play with them on Aug. 12, since they wanted us to play with them. The reply from the Art Bar was that "our headlining numbers have been low" and if we're to continue we need to bring a substantial "drinking crowd". Joy! So I'm thinking Aug. 12 at the Art Bar is NOT the ideal show to kick off our "Alcohol Destroys Lives!!!" tour. Anyway, they begrudgingly gave us second billing, but they're waiting on our confirmation. That's when Chuck remembered he has a wedding to go to that night. Double joy! Soooo, either we turn down the show they don't seem to really want to give us anyway, or we cross our fingers and anticipate the worst, namely performing as a three-some. Just like the old days! Echh. In other band news, we've got two preliminary mixes ready for the radio show on WUSC on July 11th, 8am. You can hear them on our MySpace page.
Oh my god. It's 5:30 in the morning and I'm on a total high. How can anyone not like this album? I am dead serious. It's like saying you don't like Motown. You can say it, but then you're just not human.
If you're checking out at your local Best Buy and someone offers you a free Entertainment Weekly, DON'T TAKE IT!! Taking their dumbass magazine automatically subscribes you and then charges your bank account for $39.95 a year. Then they sometimes send you a damn dumbass magazine. Moving does you know good. Cancelling does you no good! You have to call several times and several different people just for a hope of a cancellation. In all likelihood, you will think it has been cancelled, only to have $39.95 taken from your account just one day after you have put your last penny down on an apartment that you don't even need until August! Meanwhile, some schlub in 14F Cornell Fucking Arms is still getting goddamn TomKat spreads. Anyway, I'm sure everyone already knew this. Here's me, the last to be burnt.
On other news fronts, I discovered that Tob had not contacted Ground Zero about a show in July because their website is down, so he couldn't find their email address. So I called them last night, only to hear a few seconds of band and bar noise, followed by a guy yelling, "Errgneeermuun eerrgeeh eight dollars! okay?! Eight Dollars!!" and then he hung up. So I emailed Robert Caldwell, the fellow who sent us all the info on our last show at Ground Zero, like, two years ago. I knew he still worked there, so I figured maybe that was the way to go. Today, however, I called Ground Zero again and this time a guy answered normally. I asked what the email address was for booking purposes, and he gave me a new one. I said I'd already emailed Robert Caldwell about it, and did he think that was okay. He made some sort of annoyed breathy noise. I said, well thank you, and he hung up without a word. So I emailed a second time, this time to the new address, complete with an apology about possible double dipping. I really do worry too much about these things. --A sentence here about why should I give a damn about other people's inconvenience in light of this past day was deleted after some editorial consideration.--
