wednesday, september 30th - “the same thing i said before”
well. it’s the end of another month. i still have the mother of all colds. it may not be h1n1(that looks funny without caps,) but it could be it’s distant cousin. maybe it’s that fish flu kadafi was going on about. or maybe it was jeremy piven going on about that. i’m not sure.
hey. in better news. i’ve been featured as the “broke ass of the week” over at brokeass.com.
i never thought i’d get anything remotely resembling an award for my lack of real world skills. i am honored.
oddly enough, when i started working on this song i felt right as rain. as soon as i was done the nasty cold set in. life imitates art. ok, so i’m not exactly telling the truth. truths imitate lies. yaknow, sorta like the health care debate! da dum dum.
tastes great. less filling. taste the rockies. it won’t slow you down(that’s an odd one, considering that’s what beer does by scientific law.) how refreshing! how heinekin! fresh. smooth. real. it’s all here.
this photo gives new definition to that movie “air bud.” da dum dum. i’m here all night folks. don’t forget to tip your bartenders. you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here. wokka wokka wokka.
i don’t think “down and out in beverly hills” should be squeezed inbetween “karate kid ii” and “clash of the titans” like that. that middle one has foul language, and if i’m not mistaken, a drunken nick nolte.
monday, september 21st - “i don’t know where you are”
i like this little ditty. in other news, i am perilously close to getting my first ever check from google adsense. if only i had the number one searched website for the word “table” then i’d be on my 20th check by now.
monday, september 7th - “used to know where the souls go”
it’s funny. after i spend a long time on a song the last thing i can do is think of something to write on this short, who cares about it anyways, paragraph. i need to create a surplus or something. what do you think?
just sitting on the porch smoking a relaxing and bluesy cig. you know what i mean. even if you don’t smoke. jesus. i miss smoking. not that i quit really. i just don’t enjoy it as much.
also, i’m still accepting emails for your “top 3 songs” of august. send ‘em to firstname.lastname@example.org. is this request arrogant? maybe i should change it to “least 3 annoying” songs of august. there. done.