The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Yeah, there's not much to be festive about around here. Death comes ripping at me around Christmas time (again) and I think I re-injured my leg playing that Luicidal gig, which was pretty fucking fun, by the way, and just to make everything a bit more interesting, I'm walking around trying to get things done with a fantastic case of pneumonia. Just my luck, of course. No Rest for the Wicked. That which does not kill me...
Being depressed and sick as a dog on Friday night kept me away from the Sand Dollar to partake in the festivities going down for the Dirty Panties 7th Annual Toy Drive, which, according to everyone in attendance, was one Hell of a time! Lots of cash an unwrapped toys were collected, and because of that, some kids are going to have a very Merry Christmas indeed. I heard that every band brought their A game to the stage and just rocked the fuck out of the place, and I'm very jealous that I wasn't there to witness it all. Rusty and Dean, after their little stint guesting on the Double Clown Radio show, where they kept calling me and trying to get me on air with them for some reason, were in attendance and I think one of them is giving the gig a write up. Rusty gave me a bunch of photos and a few videos of the nights events, and once I go through it all I'll post it all up here post haste. Motivation is a hard asset to come by lately, but I'm trying real hard...
Just like I was trying real hard to get motivated for that Luicidal gig on Sat. After being up puking my guts out and sweating like a slave on the bathroom floor all night, I almost had doubts that I was going to make the gig, but I woke up that morning feeling pretty good - good enough to head down to Winchester park to help out Bob and Hektor with their skate competition they had going on. It was fun checking out the kids skating, and I got some pretty good pictures of a few of them. I could of done without the Drama that followed me there though. Oh well. It didn't follow me to the LVCS, so it was all good. The gig went surprisingly well, although the attendance could of been better. That band Mersa was pretty sick, and even though they were a man short, I.D.F.I. still fucking killed it, just like they always do. Tim from 702 asked me if Luicidal could use my drum set, and said if I did let them use it, we would play right before Luicidal did, so I agreed, because nobody can do more damage to my set than I can, but for some reason, Rule Of Thumb got to play right before them instead, which was a shame, because they lost all the momentum that we, American Buckshot, had built up. Oh well. After seeing the crappy drum set the guy from Rule Of Thumb was using, I don't blame the guy from Luicidal for not using it... heh heh Anyways, Luicidal were pretty good - much better than I thought they would be, and the pit action was fast and furious for every song they played. People obviously had songs they wanted to hear that they didn't play (for me, it was You Got, I Want, for Bob it was Possessed, and for Dean it was Join The Army), but overall, they did pretty good. They played the "hits" and everyone seemed to dig it. It was a fun gig to say the least. Shame if you missed out on it.
And now I got this funeral to deal with... fuck. I hate Christmas, I really do. Too many people I loved have passed away this month, and it brings me no Joy - only the Horror of what I used to have in my Life that I don't have no. Phooey. Christmas can suck it as far as I'm concerned. Later.