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15-16 june 2000
----- Sitting in the living room, waiting for a Swanson "Hungry Man" (that's me) tv dinner to finish cooking, going through a mental checklist of a shitload of things I can't forget before I leave the apartment tomorrow morning. Razors (to shave before the gig), shorts and hat (to wear at the gig), checkbook (for my post-surgery follow-up visit at 10am), percocet (just in case), flyers (for last-minute hopefuls who I might persuade to come see us), dry cleaning ticket (for the jacket I'll wear at the gig), and, of course, my usual good spirits. (note heavy sarcasm there) Sang my ass off tonight at practice, and my jaw is getting looser, although it still hurts like hell. It was a short practice: we ran through the set, stuffed the new cd jewel cases, and packed up the equipment so we can easily load it on the truck tomorrow at 5pm. By 6 we should be loading in at the club, sound checking at 7, doors open at 7:30, and we go on at 8 sharp. I hope to shave sometime between 7:30 and 8, and I'm really praying there's a sink in the dressing room. We're pretty ready for this gig, although I'm not discounting any last minute snafu's and fuckups to completely throw us off kilter. It's a new club to us, an unfamiliar stage, a strange sound system, and if the turnout is paltry it'll adversely affect our performance. Nothing like positive thinking... Just popped my final antibiotic for the day. The lower half of my mouth is slightly throbbing. I need to sleep, but first I need to eat, and I really hope I'll be able to down the contents of this tv dinner witout too much pain. I managed to consume a bag of Cheetos this afternoon, and a couple of pretzels and cookies after that, so my tolerance for chewing food is definitely improving. Tonight, though, will be the first time I actually pick up a fork and try to down an entire solid meal. ~~~ About twelve hours later ... friday. The notify list got the first half of this entry last night, when I was too tired/lazy to upload it. For now, I just got out of the oral surgeon's office, where I had my post-teethyank checkup. The first thing he said when I opened my mouth was "Holy shit, you healed fast." That was nice to hear. I was presented with a plastic syringe to clean my mouth after solid meals, which I'm told I should be eating exclusively now, and the assurance that the remaining two stitches will dissolve in their own time. Now I'm at the office, fighting the pre-gig jitters. It's manifesting itself in my stomach this morning, forcing me to rethink pouring myself a cup of coffee and inviting any further gastrointestinal distress. Not too much on my plate today, workwise, so I should be able to cut out of here around 4 or so, leaving myself a good hour to get over to our studio in central LA. From there, it's a straight shot north and west up to the club in West Hollywood. Can't find much to write about today ... I think I may be subconsciously saving my creativity for tonight. Maybe... Picture is from two years ago today. I was a non-smoker, in the best physical shape of my life, and getting my ass kicked by an overly aggresive female. Funny, I still have those sneakers, and they're wrecked. ~~~ In the forum:What does "Malibu" Mean to You? 16 june 1999: : didn't write 16 june 1998: the feet of my mind : Well .... too well ... well, she was feeling well enough to split my lower lip open less than five seconds into our first exercise. "Oh, I'm sorry, is this your first class as a yellow belt?" she asks with a knowing smile.
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