Whoooo boy.

Friday: Not much to say except I was glad the weekend was here. Stayed at home and just vegged, played a lot of bass. Tested out the DI in the head, pretty damn good. Was nice to just stay in...

Saturday: Again, nothing until night. Parents went out to dinner, I went out to meet up with Jay so we could grab food and then go driving into the great unknown. Drive through Route 44 and then through god knows where. Hit Pascoag, Burriville and then went into a "neighborhood" which was really semi-paved roads through the backwoods of northern rhode island. 2 hours later we decided to hop on the highway, and then see signs for "Providence, 15 miles". Apparently were were a good 15 miles into Massachusetts, my guess, but god knows how long we were ACTUALLY there. It was fun though. Listen to a bunch of Zydeco (Jay has a bunch on her computer, gotta ask for a mix, it's great stuff), ironic hip-hop, classic indie and pop, and then The Soft Bulletin on the way home. See the lights of Providence coming south to "Sleeping On The Roof" with the stars visible in the sky was just amazing. Listened to A Post Modern John on the way up and the way home, the Macfest disc. Startled at how good of an album it is. Honestly, axing two songs (that i think were just not going well live anyway) and it would be a great first LP for APMJ. Which leads us to...

Sunday: Finally, picking up the One-celled-Hammond-Organism from Jon. Went over to his house around 1:30, he first played us a new piece he recorded. I had heard it before from past Luaus and shows, but it was nice he finally had something archived and ready to be recorded. Then got the Hammond organ ready for transport. It now sits in our basement waiting to be cleaned so we don't burn dust, but my is it sweet... Can't wait to learn to play the thing.

Later in the evening, Justin came over and we jammed. It sure felt good to play music again, and what we did was I think the best stuff we've ever done. Tonality ahoy! Certainly doesn't have to be a bad thing. He heads home, I have dinner and go to bed.

Today: The one good thing about having math early in the morning is that the room is located so that the sun slowly moves across my seat and warms my legs... Not a bad way to start the day. Things are fine until around Digital Photo where it's clear I am one of three people paying attention. Erin Moone sits next to me and is not paying attention. Fine, not that I care. She plays solitaire on the computer. Teacher sees, asks her to close it. She closes and then turns to me and Brendan to bitch about. Saying how she was so sweet freshmen year and then she doesn't have her for 3 years and she turns into a bitch. I replay saying how it couldn't have been anything she could have done, and she just replies with a "pssh, whatever". Yes, because it is never your fault. Ever.

The "I hate people mode" lasts throughout lunch where Bill cheers me up by throwing Arcade Fire on. It gets me back to where I need to be.

Stay after school with Jaime and Melanie. We work on posters for Spanish project and make some headway. I run to CVS to buy posterboard. Stay until 3:10 until we head towards the elementary school. Touch base with Mrs. DeLuca, she seems fine our lesson plan, says all the kids are eager for this... Oh boy, way to make me feel nervous...

Day one of the three day hell fest is over at school...

Home, then short dog walk. Homework, then some composition/transferring/copying. Hopefully will get this done by the end of the week. Also, Dad ordered tickets to Adrian Belew (FINALLY) and there were apparently only 5 left! So we're on the side, but it's a small venue. I won't mind...

Gas up my tank, made and agreement with my mom that if I spend money i was saving for gas on pizza for the family she'd let me use her ATM for gassing up my tank. Aaaah, I forgot how satisfying a full tank of gas is.

Play bass along to Tom Shields. I'm realizing that as much as I talk about the band, I was not perfect, or at least not part of the problem. I never practiced, but the idea that it was all "roots-rock" made me feel fine like I could fake it, so I would make the same mistake on the same songs in rehearsals. I should have practiced more. Honestly at that first gig it seemed like it was going fine, fuck, this might actually work! Until Tom busted a string and didn't have an extra. Oh well. I should email him and tell him I was sorry, and keep me in mind for future projects.

Internet, relaxing to Martin Bradburn, The Flaming Lips and Gavin Castleton.

Shower and then bed.