No time for love Dr. Jones
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2004-01-27 23:51:53 (UTC)

I don't know where I'm going, I just want to be left alone

Had band practice last night. Holy shit am I getting sick
of carting Greg around. He still hasn't offered me any
petrol money or anything, and last night his amp ripped the
covering of my amp. That's two thusfar, Shooter!!!! Fucker.

It all gets me wondering, how much
physical/emotional/financial effort am I really willing to
put into this band for what I'm getting out of it?? I don't
think I'll bother going next week. I mean, I already know
all the songs that we're gonna play anyway. It's not like
we sit down to have an honest-to-goodness songwriting
session where we sprout NEW ideas/songs.

We auditioned a new singer last night, Rob. He was actually
pretty good, to the point where we pretty much decided to
extend an invite to him to join our 'band'. I use the term
loosely because we're not much more than a few guys who get
together semi-regualarily to play some songs that one of us
wrote once.

It's even gotten to the point where I asked for the tape
(of all my songs I made for Greg) back. I'm not going to
bother putting forward song ideas anymore. No one listens
anyway, and I really can't stand to let Greg play 'So Low'
the way he does. He just butchers it. I don't think he puts
too much thought into any music that he himself hasn't
sired (I looove that word, it's so cool).

What a pain in my ass