May 27, 1999. Thursday
 

 
    First off, I suppose you've noticed the site has moved to freespeech.org.  Tripod was nice, but I guess I kind of outgrew it.  All the old files will stay there though, and my main page will also remain there for now.

    Anyway, I really miss playing in a band. Whenever I listen to the radio, I just wanna rock out.  But I wanna have fun doing it.  And I want to play fun music.  James's music has been a little melancholy lately. I really like the songs he's written, but they're a little too depressing at time. And summer is really a time for mindless pop music.  Are at least clever, lazy, slacker-rock. I actually wrote a lot while sitting in bed last night. I used the light of the fishtank and just got a pad and pen and my way out of tune guitar. Of course, the next morning I think that whatever I came up with the night before sucks.  hat was actually the point of the song  There's the Night Me and the Day Me. The Night Me is much more of a thinking, pensive person, who is likely to express all sorts of heart-felt idiocies, while the Day Me is much more of a clown than anything else. Of course, both display incredible wit and comic-timing, but it's of different sorts at night. I feel a lot less secure at night, but still a little more sure of myself. It's weird.  Anyway, the song admittedly sucks, but I just do these things so the next day when I forgot the song I won't think I was on to something great.  I like the idea though, and I gotta work with it. I've got a whole album's worth of songs planned out. Now I just have to write 'em.  It's be so much easier if I had those drums here. you know, writing really shitty songs is so easy. And writing cheesy, "heartfelt" tunes is even easier. You just follow some cliched chord progression and try to sound like your some part of your body is being squeezed in a vice.  Annnnnnyway...

    So I'm going home tomorrow. I'm contemplating going to see the Jellybricks at HersheyPark.  I'll be plying the part of roadie, I think.  So I get in for free. More importantly, I get into Hersheypark for free. They have all sorts of new rides. I haven't been there in year, at least 7 or 8 I'd say.  But I have so much that I need to sort out at home, and I have to leave prett early on Sunday if I wanna get to Lexington at a resonable hour. What to do, what to do... I haven't seen Garrick's band in ages. Actually, I've only seen them once, about two years ago. Maybe three years ago I think.  But I didn't know any of their songs then. Now I do, and I actually kind of like them.

    I went out to dinner with Nicole yesterday.  We went over to XandO in Dupont Circle. I'm trying to get a feel for the area since I'll be living there for two weeks. Plus, it was right down Massachusetts Ave., where Nicole lives.  I like going out with Nicole sometimes, because, even though we know each other pretty well, we barely see each other and she doesn't really know what's going on with me and  I can kind of get an outsider's opinion on things.  But besides that, it was a pretty uneventful evening. I yet again searched in vain for the new Pavement CD.  No luck. This town is so unhip it hurts.  I don't mean that in a hipster kinda way, but I think it's pretty obvious by things like the radio and the HFStival that this city has pretty poor taste in music. If you look at the bands playing the HFStival, which sold out int hours, it pretty much makes up the roster of bands I would elminate from the earth if I were given the chance. Besides Fountains of Wayne and the Bosstones, everyband is pretty much the same type of post-grunge horrible rock. Shit like Orgy, Lit, Goo Goo Dolls, and other crap.  Anyway, the three Pavement shows in NY sold out pretty quickly, while the one here most likely won't sell out. Built to Spill sold out in NY too, but they played the smaller Black Cat instead of the 9:30.  This doesn't mean a whole lot, but it just explains why I can't find the Pavement CD.  Anyway, I have more webpage stuff to do that interests me more than writing right now.

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