Monthly Archives: August 2007

The End. Again?

fuck ddc

My creative energy flows in cycles, between art and music. The two don’t successfully coexist, and I’ve come to accept that. According to my portfolio site, I haven’t done any of that in quite some time. There are several reasons for that, but one of the most obvious is that I’ve been focused on my music. I got together a new version of Dark Disco Club, and we made a group of songs that I am very satisfied with. Well now we’ve hit a wall and my motivation has taken a nosedive.

First of all, we made a deal with someone that would/should have guaranteed our CD was manufactured shortly after the recording was complete. Well we kept up our end, but it didn’t happen. Months have gone by, it still hasn’t happened, and I don’t exactly see any signs that make me believe it’s going to happen anytime soon. Since then, the band has been rehearsing to perform shows in support of this new album. Now that the album doesn’t exist in any physical way, playing those shows seems far less appealing. Why rehearse for months, go to clubs and bust my ass playing a show, so people that like us can NOT take our new album home? It’s pointless, it’s half-assed, and at this stage it would just be an embarrassment to me.

Now, let’s pretend we did have the CD’s. No one would buy them anyway. Why? Because when they see us live we will probably suck. Why would we suck? Well, that’s what happens when a band doesn’t practice their asses off. We only have scheduled practice two days per seven-day week, yet some of us just can’t seem to fit that in. Things come up. Always. Of course I’m not that guy. I skipped seeing Sabbath with Dio for the band, and I made it to practice when my son was about 24 hours old. No one even expected me to be there, but I made damn sure I was, because when it comes to this band, I always try to lead by example. It’s never helped much in the past, and it doesn’t help now. But hey, I tried. When I’ve been up all night with a screaming baby, I come. When my back is killing me because a drunk driver smashed into me, I come. When I’m sick and can barely speak, I come.

I haven’t pulled it just yet, but my finger rests nervously on this trigger. Printmaking here I come?

life sucks, i love my kid, blah blah

I hesitate to write what’s on my mind sometimes, because now it could be translated into me somehow being a bad father or some bullshit. Then I remembered, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. Basically, my life sucks. Yes, I love my son. He’s amazing, and extraordinarily frustrating. He is as difficult asContinue Reading

I kinda got fired.

I had a meeting with my boss at the Charter School today. I assumed we were going to talk about the upcoming school year, and the new format of the elective. Hell I was planning on asking for a raise. Well I got fired. I was told that some dude who “worked for Jay-Z andContinue Reading

and the loser is…

Being the lovable and popular guy that I am, no one joined me for UFC last night. I ordered it anyway, because what the fuck else was I going to do? Here’s how I did: Alberto Crane vs. Roger Huerta • LOSS Josh Koscheck vs. Georges St-Pierre • LOSS Randy Couture vs. Gabriel Gonzaga •Continue Reading

I’m a bettin’ man

UFC 74 is this Saturday night. That means I will be buying the pay-per-view as usual. That also means that some friends should be coming over to keep me from going into debt, while enjoying some kickass Mixed Martial Arts and probably some pizza. I sent out some even invitations through myspace, but who knowsContinue Reading