I'm sitting here at like 5 in the morning, drinking coffee because of the girl that inspired me to, and also because of the girl who made me need it. ;-) I'm splitting up American Buckshot MP3's from our last practice and I thought I'd ramble a bit on here. I've got over 2 hours of music to deal with here. I'm reading my emails. I'm feeling the Love. I got something to say.
The rain yesterday was sweet. I cranked open every window in the house and just luxuriated in the aural warmness of the sound of the rain falling, and it lulled me back to sleep, something that never happens to me. I finally found someone who had something good to say about that Redd Kross gig on Tuesday, but every reason he liked it was a reason why I would of hated it, i.e. the cock rock guitar solos and shitty KISS covers. Dudes, Annette's Got The Hits is not meant to be 6 minutes long - seriously. Ugh. Believe me when I say that those guys used to be the shit back in the days, and I don't know what happened to them. I was hoping that a little of that OFF! Punk Rock energy would of came through to Redd Kross, but apparently it didn't. Sad.