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8/28/08 02:18 pm - "But his bass sounded like a locomotive train, why he's gone I can't explain."
So I'm re-watching VH1 Rock Honors (as I do since they play it oh-so-much and it has amazing Keith and John goodness, let alone Pete and Roger goodness), and I have re-found my love for Pearl Jam.
Dude, really... The cover of Love Reign O'er Me was absolutely brilliant, and who the hell doesn't love The Real Me. Although one of the guitarist was like, doing the spinning and butt shaking that makes me love Townshend, and it was done for mediocrely. I'm somewhat upset, because if you're going to emulate such a stage presence, don't half ass it.
That's why my vision and love for Entwistle has yet to be tainted, because you can't really ruin a stoic train. Although the guy from Flaming Lips (?) couldn't pull off the skeleton suit. Hahaa. Loser.
Tonight is Break The Silence, and I haven't really seen anyone from One Imagination for a while. It's probably been a little over a week, but it seems like a long time.
I should leave, before my mom randomly comes home early and sees me unpacked, in my work out clothes drinking a coke. I gave into to the chemical goodness while fixing my hair and it was so worth it.
I've been thinking about Daniel. Not as much as I had been, but whenever I hear anything from The Who (which is a frequent part of my day) or whenever I see basses and spiders. I sent Boris (his bass) back to his mom, and though I know it was never mine to keep, it hurt shipping it to her. Still, she bought it, and painted it just for him; and to give something to a mother that was the most important thing to her son seems to be the right thing to do.
I know that even if tonight happens to be a full Open Mic, I doubt I'll read at it. I still feel very anti-audience at the moment, and to go up there just to have people roll their eyes at me is pointless. I can stand in front of a mirror and read poetry to myself while rolling my eyes. At least I'd be genuine to myself. No protocol applause afterwards. I know I suck xDDDDD
Dude, really... The cover of Love Reign O'er Me was absolutely brilliant, and who the hell doesn't love The Real Me. Although one of the guitarist was like, doing the spinning and butt shaking that makes me love Townshend, and it was done for mediocrely. I'm somewhat upset, because if you're going to emulate such a stage presence, don't half ass it.
That's why my vision and love for Entwistle has yet to be tainted, because you can't really ruin a stoic train. Although the guy from Flaming Lips (?) couldn't pull off the skeleton suit. Hahaa. Loser.
Tonight is Break The Silence, and I haven't really seen anyone from One Imagination for a while. It's probably been a little over a week, but it seems like a long time.
I should leave, before my mom randomly comes home early and sees me unpacked, in my work out clothes drinking a coke. I gave into to the chemical goodness while fixing my hair and it was so worth it.
I've been thinking about Daniel. Not as much as I had been, but whenever I hear anything from The Who (which is a frequent part of my day) or whenever I see basses and spiders. I sent Boris (his bass) back to his mom, and though I know it was never mine to keep, it hurt shipping it to her. Still, she bought it, and painted it just for him; and to give something to a mother that was the most important thing to her son seems to be the right thing to do.
I know that even if tonight happens to be a full Open Mic, I doubt I'll read at it. I still feel very anti-audience at the moment, and to go up there just to have people roll their eyes at me is pointless. I can stand in front of a mirror and read poetry to myself while rolling my eyes. At least I'd be genuine to myself. No protocol applause afterwards. I know I suck xDDDDD
Bukowski. Enough said.