Mojo would drink cheap gin and masturbate while thinking about football. I am out of gin and it's never cheap. I'm way too tired to masturbate. I hate football. So it looks like the Mojo solution just won't work. Since it feels as though I barely have the strength to press these little keys down, I think it's going to be the Clayton solution... sleep. I feel it coming soon.
I am stuffed. I had not eaten anything since the bagel and coffee on my way out of Lakeway while Sean, Tim, and John were all still in dreamland. Going to a good restaurant really hungry is just as bad as going to the grocery store really hungry. I might pass out. Anyhoo, Camron (my sister) is here now. She drove into town today and will probably stay a while since she's out of school until the fall session starts. I am torn between taking her out to a movie or passing out. What would
Mojo do?
I'm home. Traffic sucked ass in Houston. Camron is coming to see me. I miss Sean. Burden Brothers rock. I need to shampoo the dog. I burned my feet outside the Smoothie King. I am a little hungry. I'm out of chapstick.
Grrr! I must hurry to get the car back in time. It would be nice to sleep.
We're home. We spent a lot of money. It was nice, but not. I liked that Sean and I were doing "bonding" shit together, but I would have rather us had a night like last night. I'm not going to talk about it. Let's just say that it was mindless entertainment that was less than satisfying and if given a list of 10 things to do tonight, this would be the one on the bottom. John was driving us, so we were sorta captive. I love Sean though and no matter where we go, we at least have a decent time. Did I mention we drank? Geeee... I hardly ever do that.... oh well, sleepytime.
Mmmmmn. Coffee. We're about to make homemade pancakes. Sean and I had an e-X-cellent time last night. It was as close to perfect as you could hope on short notice. I've decided to stay another day. The deer are like mosquitoes here. There are everywhere. The play around in the yard like squirrels. They cross the streets like you would see a stray cat or dog do in the city. They hang out with all their little spotted Bambi-eque baby dear in the yard... eating, sleeping, etc. The don't even run away when you get close. They are rats. Pretty, cute, big... rats. I mean that only from the nuisance in numbers perspective. I like deer. I think that Sean and I might get roped into a brotherly outing tonight with Tim and John. We are going to play it by ear. I don't like the way I look with a beard, so I'm shaving it off today. It was a very short experiment. The best part about making pancakes at home is pancake art. It's kinda like an edible ink blot test. Tell me what you see in this pancake.
Standing in awe. The blood coursing through my veins and sweat from my pores must be the only real things in the room. I have been madly and passionately in love with music as an art since I was a child. In my adult years, I have learned to appreciate a wider spectrum of musical expression and embrace it's performance as truly one of the finest things we can give and experience during our short time here. Have you ever been to a live performance and the performer stops performing? I have not (until now). I have spent the last decade skipping the trendy, thumpy dance club scene in favor of live musical performance. I need a fix, I go to a show. Sometimes I would binge and be with a band 4 or 5 nights a week. I have never seen a performer stop performing. Todd stopped performing tonight. He became the music. That is what music is all about. Conveying your thoughts and emotions with music... what better way to accomplish that very thing than to put your entire heart and soul into that very end? Todd Lewis is the Toadies. Todd Lewis is the Burden Brothers. There are bands that play rock-n-roll... Todd Lewis is rock-n-roll. Todd Lewis is a rock-n-roll god.
It's a marvelous night for a moondance.
"My story starts at sea... a perilous voyage to an unknown land... a shipwreck... the wild waters roar and heave... the brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned... all save one... a lady... whose soul is greater than the ocean... and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace... not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story... for she will be my heroine for all time. And her name... Boobookittyfuck." - William Shakespeare (last line from Shakespeare in Love Strikes Back)
I'm on the road. Three point five hours is two squirts of piss for a live gig... especially when it's Toadies afterglow. I am really looking forward to the whole wonder-twin-powers-activate thing this weekend... form of... ...hmm. I was going to write something describing Sean and I when we are out on the town together, but I lost momentum. I think I'll just leave now. I still have to pick up the effin car. pffft!
I ran into this guy on the way back from lunch that always looks like he just ate brownies and canned spinach. I see him about once a month or so... we're not friends really... just acquaintances. I attribute his charming smile to his chain smoking. Of all the people I know, there's a pretty even spread across the board of smokers and non-smokers. This guy is the poster boy for excess in the nicotine department. Now, there's all kinds of smoking for all kinds of smokers. Not all smoking can be as justifiable as shotgunning a bong hit to a naked supermodel. This guy lights the next cig with his existing... but NOT because he doesn't have a light... because for him, the only thing better than a lit cigarette in your mouth is two lit cigarettes in your mouth. I returned the hello and smile, but the entire time I was thinking about stopping to tell him about that
BriteSmile place. I bet the company insurance would cover it if he smiled in the office more.
Daaaaaaaamn!
Who says science can't be
fun?
I do this thing with bums. No, not that thing. This other thing... I work downtown, so I get hit up for spare change a lot. There are your regulars that have their little section of building-side on their little section of street on their little block... and there are your drifters that may be DT briefly or maybe they are permanent but wander from edge to edge, combing the middle for compassionate suckers. I used to just brush them off... pretend like I didn't hear them. I think this was largely due to my feeling of getting scammed when I gave them money. I know this is a stereotype (probably mostly true), but it's not really my place to classify someone based on the cover and not the content of the book. I don't do that anymore... well, unless I have no money at all to give. I stop and look them in the eye and say, "Tell me something true about yourself." This usually gets an interesting reaction... but it's an exercise in the the human spirit. I ask them sincerely to tell me one thing that is true about themselves and in return I will give them whatever spare change I have to offer. It's not a hard job and that piece of information may mean nothing to everyone else on Earth, but to me it's worth the world.
Work on the little day between a holiday and weekend that precludes a "four-day" sucks. FYI for those sheep that are on the way to work with me this morning.
Interesting night... there was this girl that kept buying me beer... then she would buy me shots... then she would buy shots for the two of us... she would sit with me and talk... buy shots... etc. She was very attractive and seemed to have a modicum of intelligence. At the end of the night, I offered my number... *not* because I had a burning desire to date her, but she seemed cool and I thought there could be some more fun times there... she abruptly stated the fact that she had a boyfriend and that she would never call me. I must not have understood what she meant for the several beers and shots she bought for me while giving me "those eyes". Women really piss me off sometimes. Here's another fucking cool thing about tonight: some guy offered me $400 for my shirt. Seriously... I like to dress different sometimes. I have this bad ass shirt that I have never seen a duplicate to in the 3 years I've owned it... it's bright red, silky, and has a martini glass embroidered into the collar. It has martini glasses inside each button down the front. I love that shirt. I have never seen another like it since I purchased it. Every where I've gone since I bought, I cannot seem to find one like it or the manufacturer. I like being that guy. Bon nuit!
ps. I didn't take the $400.
Hell yeah! The
Burden Brothers are playing this weekend at
The Engine Room in Houston on Saturday and
Stubb's in Austin on Friday. I am so fuckin' down! I read about the Saturday show in the
Houston Press and called
Sean immediately to arrange his coming down on Saturday for the show. We have both been looking forward to Todd Lewis's return (since the Toadies dissolved) and this is like Veruca Salt's golden egg falling in our laps. Apparently Todd has decided to release an EP every 4 to 6 months on an indie label out of Dallas and package the discs with band shit... like paraphernalia. You will only be able to get the BB packs at concerts and from their web site... then, like once a year, they'll take a "best of" cut of the EP tunes and release a full length CD through regular distribution channels. Since Sean is furiously working the post and VFX on Xtracurricular right now and I don't want him to waste time driving, I am going to try to get my ass to Austin mañana. I have to work, so it'll be close. I need to rent a car. I need to try to cut out of work early. I found out yesterday that my company is flying me to Austin on one of the corporate jets on Wednesday. I'm just there for some presentation and am coming back in the afternoon, but too bad I don't have access to those resources all the time. I'd make the show with time to spare. I'm going to get off my yay-ex-toadies-bad-mofo soapbox for a minute and mention my excellent lunch. There is NOTHING open around my house today. It's like 7:00 on Christmas morning. I went over to Rice village and ate at Croissant Brioche. It was excellent. The best espresso I've had in a long time. I had croque madam and broccoli quiche. I sat on the patio and every conversation around me was French. In fact, the only English I heard the entire lunch was from the girl working the register. I used to get my fix at the French Riviera Bakery & Cafe on Chimney Rock. No more. Besides, this place is closer to home. I reloaded my MP3 player with musical goodness this morning. I really, really need to go buy a SmartCard for it. I just can't decide... can't decide! Brain aneurysm!