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02 september 2000
oh gee, who is me Finally, a recent picture up there, from Wednesday night -- someone emailed a bunch of digital photos to the band after the gig. Admittedly, it ain't a great photo of me on stage ... we hadn't even started playing yet. (i know this because as soon as we start playing that crushed purple velvet thingie i'm wearing gets unzipped to let some air in -- it gets very very hot up under those lights) As for my own digital camera, it still hasn't been replaced, so I'll probably switch right back to two-year-old pics after today. Then again, if anyone would care to send me pictures to post in here, I'd be quite grateful. Wednesday night ... the Roxy gig. It might have been our best-ever performance, but I won't judge until I see the videos of it. I must have been more animated than usual, because everytime I looked out there was some kind of camera stuck in my face, and two days later I was still feeling the aches and pains in my legs and chest from jumping around all over the place. Yet another argument in favor of my soon-to-be status as a non-smoker. A new website reviewed the gig -- I don't even think it's officially "live" yet, but apparently they're gonna do a whole feature on our band. So far, only a brief review is posted -- you can read it here. ~~~ Between the gig and my first week of work, I'm physically floored. The new job is cool, but very different from what I was used to. I'm sitting in budget meetings, doing business development, and setting up lunches with salespeople to somehow barter for technology we're not willing to pay for. All that, and the site needs to go live on November 1. My G4 Cube needs to get shipped back to Apple because of a faulty DVD-ROM drive, but I'm hesitant to let it go. I like it too much. I don't want to lose it, even for a few days. In other computer news, MacOSX will be released as a public beta on September 13th. I've designated this iBook as my test machine for the new OS. Ah, Macintosh running BSD UNIX, the first full rewrite of the MacOS since its inception. It's the best of both worlds, and I can't friggin' wait. September 13th also marks the three-year anniversary of this here journal. Is this something to celebrate? Either way, in honor of the occasion, I've colored this month the same as that month, back when this site was on geocities and called "geek tragedies" and the design was a nightmare of purple and green. ~~~ I've just realized that I haven't left Malibu since Wednesday. I'm becoming a country-boy. Gotta get me some overalls and a horse. Then I'll learn to play the banjo and write more cool tunes for our band. Speaking of songwriting, I finished the verse of my new tune at Brutus's place this afternoon. Five minutes on a real piano accomplishes what two weeks on a synth can't do. I was over there to serve as one-half of a karaoke machine (the other half being Brutus on bass) as his wife learned to sing Etta James's "At Last." A wonderful little tune, very soulful, and with the strangest chord progression in the bridge that took me and Brutus thirty minutes and two joints to figure out. But we did, and we sounded pretty damned good until his wife stopped singing and we took out the Real Book of jazz standards and attempted to play Coltrane. Big mistake. Long sentence, too... probably a run-on. I went to Ralph's market after Brutus's, and bought ingredients for chili, which is now simmering in a brand new pot on the stove. I need to cook more often. It's strangely theraputic, and provides me with good leftovers for a week. Gonna go stir the pot now. I can see this is gonna be a very relaxing and unproductive weekend. Not a bad thing, that. 02 september 1999: : didn't write 02 september 1998: i took the drug : I'm feeling sort of strange ... incredibly sensitive yet way mellow. [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
