6/20/03

Supercharged but out of Gas.

So a brief synopsis of the last few days, studio, studio, computer crash, drive, drive some more, drive a little more, show at Jaunita's in Little Rock, a great show, being all whacked out on driving and no sleeping made me fall prey to the Red Bull onslaught that left me awake but mentally retarded, so i was laughing about a poster of Ian that had the words "supercharged guitar" in reference to our acoustic show, so I had to make it my mantra of the evening, at every chance I could i would scream "supercharged" just in case the people out in the audience didn't already know that strummed acoustic guitar and an Omnichord is, and will always be, supercharged.

We stayed at our friend Shelly's house, who had an incredibly cool casio keyboard that amused me for hours, just so you know, Shelly, you rock harder than the fake tortoise shell used in Elton John's glasses.

We got up, got coffee and ate, and drove another mind bending drive from Little Rock to OKC, ate again, played a classic rock bar, hung out briefly with the amazing Mr. Steve Harvell, who, by the way is a mild mannered lawyer by day, so if you feel the need to sue anyone, you know, like the makers of which ever 3/2 beer gave you a headache in Oklahoma, 3/2 beer i don't understand, why take out 1/3rd of the alcohol, if they left it in you wouldn't have to drink as much to achieve the desired affect of booze, so i guess my logic is that places like OK and Utah use 3/2 beer as away to increase the viewing's of urinal advertising, you know like the ones that have beer or cigarette ads, or my favorite, So and So's bail bonds, now that is thinking, you know you have been drinking and more than likely getting into trouble if you see an ad in a bathroom from repeated viewing's due to increased urination caused by 3/2 beer, I'm convinced that its a conspiracy. Any way back on the synopsis, Steve Harvell rocks harder than blinged out rims on a Lotus, we woke up incredibly early, so early i attempted to write last night but the impending doom of dawn depressed me enough to write.....

"It seems as if it has been a long time since my last post, well maybe not to you out there in internet land, who am I joking, I am convinced that the only people that see this site happen to be my Mom and myself. oh fuck it, I am tired, we have to get up in a few hours and drive for ever, so it all seems horribly meaningless. If anyone out there seems to think this is a great job, try being busy enough that the only human interaction between someone other than the voices in your head is a guy who has his phone sewn onto his ear and takes swigs from his water at 20 second intervals while squeezing the plastic as to make a crinkly annoying noise not really knowing that what he is doing is causing me to go insane."

That said, the drive is over, i have properly calmed down, we played on KERA radio this morning, during one of the PSA breaks, Ian visited the bathroom, but he didn't quite make it back in time, so Glenn Mitchell had to ask me a few questions, now generally I am not that shy, but every time i get near a Microphone attached to a radio transmitter I feel as if I should scream obscenities, and mumble, so instead of doing that I took the opportunity to display the rhythmic prowess of the Omnichord, God Bless The Omnichord, because without it Ian would be banned from the radio.

C.D.

As a disclaimer, the above reference to beer and drinking was in no way a recent first person account, more like a past experience, and for some people a present, I feel the need to say that so everyone out there, Hi Mom, can keep the pool going on when I fall off the wagon. This post has received numerous Karen chuckles as expected, a score of 9 or more, now referred to as KFC*, is good enough for me and the FCC*. god bless spell checque.

Karen rocks harder than baby jesus butt plug!

KFC = Karen Floyd Chuckles

FCC = Federal Communist Compatriots