This is a re-write of a song that laid around for a while. I think I've shared a blockier version before, minus the riff and various other things. I'm just happy to have a small space where I can play drums and sing. The neighbors never complain. I do all the electric guitar parts with Garage Band filters, straight in to the M-audio, same with the bass. So I spare them the sound of me doing nineteen passes while I learn four notes on bass in a particular sequence.
Summer's kinda swinging and the garden cart is filling up with weeds over and over again. I tried to get on Pinterest by spraypainting a couple of Adirondack chairs but have so far been shut out.
The Royals are sending their fourth pitcher in for Tommy John surgery in two months. Here's an article I found about the general increase of such things in MLB. KC pulled their standard move this weekend: a fine 7 and 2 road run, followed by an ugly sweep at home. We KC fans need Tommy John surgery on our brains, and our bass guitars. Arghh.I haven't read many graphic novels--maybe only a couple, Blankets and The Dark Knight. I found A Drifting Life at Powell's a while back and really like it. It's autobiographical, and also tells the story of the development of manga comics. It's an 800-pager, but I haven't had a problem with that at all.
Our friends Holly and Bev have a new coffee cart called Clementine's, next to The Party Cart on Friendly and 28th. They make good joe. We hit The Party Cart twice this week--great food. We had Vietnamese sandwiches with smoked zuchhni and pastrami Thursday and caught a couple songs by Stiff Peaks, who played parking lot style kind of quiet-like. Our neighgborhood is getting kind of zippy, I must say.
And don't forget The Golden Motors show at Cozmic on 6/28 w/ Lost Lander from PDX.