Chasing Demons Living In Seattle
Skin City Records is not just a record label. It’s a club of the elite. Only the best of the best. Few know greatness like Trole, the best live band on the planet. Well they were anyway. George and Josh are still going. I’m not sure what’s going on with Rob but Jefferson is in the absolute worst fucking band I’ve ever heard in my life. The only thing worse than the band are their goofy videos. You want to see people in their thirties act like 12 year olds? Check them out I can’t remember their name. Outhouse something. It sucks because Jefferson is a radical dude. The only thing that surpasses his awesomeness as a human being is his mastery of the upright bass. He’s quite literally the best this planet has ever seen.
Needless to say, it’s an honour to be a part of Skin City Records.
I’m still catching shit for the quality of my last release. I understand now. My studio monitors showed up in the mail yesterday. I fired them up and played my new album through them. What a garbled mess. A garbled hot mess. Way to go, Doug. You swear by your stupid lofi. That’s great and all but the last thing you want to do is end up blowing your fans’ speakers. How very Andy Kaufman of you.
I’ve started demos for the replacement/followup. I love my Strat. The Fender Strat is the tone I’ve been searching for my whole life. I’ve never actually owned one that I played. A few years back I bought a Dan Smith Strat. But that was so I could flip it. I’m kicking myself today. That was a 35 year old guitar.
I love this guitar just fine. It’s even made me a better player. Wootcore.
I was thinking of bringing my brother, Larry, into the band. I’ve since decided against it. As much as I love my family, I really can’t stand them. Larry is alright and he’s good for laughs. But his dry wit and predominate sarcasm get a little wearisome. I know you guys think I’m bad but I’m Doris Fucking Day compared to this kid. Throw a functional alcohol problem in there and that’s Larry. I’m not downing him. He’s just different.
There are four drunks living in my backyard. They are stone garden gnomes we’ve christened Eephus, Gormley, Peebles, and John. They drink more than Larry, and every once in a while they fall off their great wall. John occasionally tries to escape. My roommate to be, Sneakers, found him in the alley.
I learned something new today. There is a Little Rascal by the name of Darla. I didn’t know this. Sneakers has a golden retriever named Darla. Initially I thought that Darla was just some dumb made up name. In fact I’ve found the name so unsavoury that my friend, and I have taken to calling her Darcy. But now that I know the deal, she can be Darla once again. I’m not a fascist by any means, I just have a low tolerance for stupid names.
There really isn’t much else to report. And truth be known, I’m only doing this because I’ve recently learned that my traffic on this site is through the roof. I had no idea so many people were reading. Now I feel as though I am obligated to come out here daily even if I have nothing to say.
Uh I’ll see you later, ok?