4 days of stories, super condensed

This is my last 4 days.

Date with Cat. Very good, but she was just so intellectual, and proper, I felt wrong about making any sort of move whatsoever. Haven't called back at all.

Date with Jenna. Some things were bugging me about her, then I took her out to a show which she talked through most of, and I got really annoyed. Not much talking that night, and I think that's done now.

Date with Rebecca. Absolutely beautiful girl. Very easy going, and a good conversationalist. I thought it went really well. I got a message today saying it was alright, but no spark. So... whatever. Dating sucks. Don't ever do it, kids.

SHOWS!!!!..... Empress was cool, Solars was AWESOME, Jeffrey Lewis on Kris' birthday lived up to insanely high expectations, Role Mach on friday were fantastic, and played an entire set of unrehearsed jamming, GR8-2000 and Boogie Monster both put on some of their best sets ever on saturday..... and the week in music was overall, incredible.

GR8-2000 - I feel I should expand on this. I don't believe I've talked about him, but GR8-2000 is a 19 year old genius of a musician who most people would compare to Dan Deacon, but really, he can do anything. He has a song in which he claims he'll never eat candy again, and throws candy at the audience. Another song called "Get Your Ass On The Floor", in which the only lyrics are the title yelled over and over. The sky is the limit for him.

Actually, my label is re-releasing his first album on cd-r in the next week or two, and on vinyl in the next few months. In case you forget, www.tweedeath.com

I can talk about Boogie Monster or Role Mach another time, though they're equally as deserving.

Quitting drinking

So I decided that I'm quitting drinking. Probably for the rest of my life. It really sucks, because I absolutely love drinking. But I've gotta do it for health reasons.

I'll be having a big party to cap off the sober life. I figure it gives people the chance to have one last drink with me, and hopefully wish me luck.

It's going to make it harder to have adventures being sober, but I think I'll manage.

In other news, valentine's day is coming up. It'll be the first single v-day for me in a little under 9 years. I could have a date for the evening if I pursued it, but the girl in question is boring. She's also another Whitney Houston fan, and I never trust those.

I did figure out something fun to do though. Let's call it...

The Whitney Houston Game

"I Wanna Dance With Somebody"

"I Will Always Love You"

"I Have Nothing"

"It's Not Right, But It's Ok"

Play all 4 of these songs simultaneously.

It sounds like the aural equivalent of murder.

When it gets to the middle of the song, and all 4 Whitney's are fully belting it out, I could swear they are all in one room, screaming in each other's faces. Powerful stuff. I've played The Whitney Houston Game 3 times now. I love it.

Another girl, another blog post

I know I probably seem like a womanizer at this point, but I swear I'm too incompetent to manage such a lifestyle.

Anyway, here's a story from a couple of weeks ago.

I went to a house party in which my attention was divided between 3 things:

1) Drinking

2) Playing Rock Band

3) Hitting on a cute girl

I down my 6 pack fast, and take care of the first point. I sing my ass off all night, again, succeeding in the second point. Then in the middle of playing a song, the cute girl starts making out with me. Awesome.

So, the next part involves stumbling around on the street, making out with cute girl, and eventually getting her home. I tiptoe to her room with her, and within 10 seconds, the guy who had been sleeping on the couch, and I had assumed to be her brother, comes into the room and pummels my face. It turns out that the guy on the couch was actually her boyfriend.

I covered up my face as best as I could, and got out of there, bloodied and confused.

Here's the crazy part. She wakes up the next day, and she's beaten up too.

(I'd like to point out that if I were in the situation where my girlfriend comes home with a guy and walks right past me to the bedroom with him, I'm not beating anybody up, I'm packing my shit and leaving. But maybe that's just me.)

Anyway, I finally got to talk to her about it all a few days ago, and she says that she woke up with blood all over her face, and she wondered where she fell. Unbelievably, she would prefer to imagine that while she was walking home, she smashed her face on something, then went home and fell asleep.

The entire situation is crazy to me. I accept every aspect of it, and given the circumstances, I'm lucky that I only got a little bit beaten up. That's all fine. What I'm not cool with is that nothing of consequence came from it.

It's almost as if this story exists simply as a story. There aren't any moral consequences, and that's somehow really fucking sad. I'm just another guilty party in a story of drunken debauchery and idiocy.

I guess it makes for a decent story though.

Honesty

I think honesty is important.

So, I'm at a show last night. The band is some of my friends playing their first show, so despite wishing I was at any of 3 different awesome shows going on, I was there for support. I meet a seemingly sweet girl named Elice, and we start talking about music. This is where things go wrong.

Me: "So what kind of music are you into?"

Elice frowns

Me: "I guess... what's really doing it for you lately? What did you listen to on the way here?"

Elice: "The Be Good Tanyas"

Me: "Oh yeah. They've got that song about birds."

Elice: "Right. 'The Littlest Birds Sing The Prettiest Songs'."

Me: "Yeah, that's it. I really hate that song, and I guess I sort of hate them because of that song. No offense or anything. So, what else are you into?"

Elice: "Feist."

Me: "Hmm. I've actually seen Feist twice, and I left before the end of both shows. She's just really boring, I think."

Elice: "Oh, weird. Um, I like to play Jewel songs on guitar."

Okay, you get the point.

I bought another round of drinks.

I kissed her twice, totaling maybe 12 seconds. She left early, and I took the night bus home alone.

She plays Jewel songs on guitar.