Bus-aaaay

I never really get... "busy" i get distracted. Not even really distracted, I just think too much about whatever's happening and don't remember to do some of the little stuff. Like my blog! But I like my blog, so I figured I'd say hi, and just remind you that I'm here and making obnoxious drunk music on stages around alberta.
like the other day at Crown and Anchor. I pick up Beat Boss Robot and he's like "you wanna smoke a joint?" I, obnoxiously say yes I do. So we do.
I'm having alot of fun for alittle while, loading gear was never so funny, and the bar owner asks me "What the hell is so funny?" I'm just grinning and loving the heavy weight of drums and pianos in my arms. That's all. And I'm high.
Then we get on stage. Whoah. Not so fun anymore. Should've remembered that fun-pot-smoking-times don't happen in public. They should always be restricted to my friend's basements on weekdays.
So don't smoke and sing kids.

So other than narcotics, I've also been doing other things, one of those such things is obsessing in my own brain about what I want my cd to look like. The damn thing sounds so good and is just sitting there waiting for me to pick up some of the non-musical details, it's a shame and I should be kicked in the balls for taking my sweet obsessed time with it. (I'm also in charge of finding a new place to live tho, so I'm quietly obsessing about other things unfortunetly.) But I think I may have decided. I won't tell you, but I can feel that I've decided because I'm suddenly on everybody involved to get the fucking ball moving again! So have no fears childrens! It will be done soon, and you can see soon!

I'll be Overtime in Sherwood Park this weekend if you care for duelling raging pianos! I'll also be in Red Deer at Local's pub Friday the 12 and Olds for the 13th. Jump on it!
heart tiff