Marc
Good morning, America, how are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son ...
Where there are break-ups, there will always be make-ups. We've all been around long enough to realize this. No one ever sees through unclouded eyes. It's a happy mistake, so let it be made and let us move on. Appreciation should set in.
On the spur of a moment, I ended up spending this weekend laying down tracks for a "near-posthumous" Straight Legged Kick EP. And by "weekend" I mean "all weekend" (Saturday afternoon til Sunday night). Started out simple - Rick and I were bored, and were going to track a couple of my acoustic songs, but I hadn't gone over them in a while so I say "Straight Legged Kick" - sure - let's do it. What started out as getting the songs we never recorded down for posterity's sake, might have ended up in us deciding to just play shows b/c we miss dishing out the rock. You can't blame us. We've all worked our way around a little here and there, and I think the general consensus is that we're a fairly tight circle. Why ruin a good thing? Besides, this will give us all a reason to tell Scooter to get his ass down here more often - new job or no.
And all we need is a bass player.
And, regardless of what Zach says, I did not spend that much time tracking (after all, I was on the guitar by the time he showed up (after already doing all of the bass tracks first - myself) ). This coming from a critic. Fuck him.
I promised myself I'd try to go for it this weekend, but just didn't feel that the timing was right. I don't think I have to tell you all what I'm talking about. If you think about it long enough, you can figure it out. Just walked in from outside, where we were the last two people left and thought briefly about just saying it, but couldn't. Too awkward. Whatever happened to the good ol' days of junior high, where you'd be able to send out cronies to do your dirty work before you put yourself on the line? This is almost like conscienciously leaping off a cliff - without knowing whether or not you have a line attached.
You're the only summer that I think I'll ever know.
Good morning, America, how are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son ...
Where there are break-ups, there will always be make-ups. We've all been around long enough to realize this. No one ever sees through unclouded eyes. It's a happy mistake, so let it be made and let us move on. Appreciation should set in.
On the spur of a moment, I ended up spending this weekend laying down tracks for a "near-posthumous" Straight Legged Kick EP. And by "weekend" I mean "all weekend" (Saturday afternoon til Sunday night). Started out simple - Rick and I were bored, and were going to track a couple of my acoustic songs, but I hadn't gone over them in a while so I say "Straight Legged Kick" - sure - let's do it. What started out as getting the songs we never recorded down for posterity's sake, might have ended up in us deciding to just play shows b/c we miss dishing out the rock. You can't blame us. We've all worked our way around a little here and there, and I think the general consensus is that we're a fairly tight circle. Why ruin a good thing? Besides, this will give us all a reason to tell Scooter to get his ass down here more often - new job or no.
And all we need is a bass player.
And, regardless of what Zach says, I did not spend that much time tracking (after all, I was on the guitar by the time he showed up (after already doing all of the bass tracks first - myself) ). This coming from a critic. Fuck him.
I promised myself I'd try to go for it this weekend, but just didn't feel that the timing was right. I don't think I have to tell you all what I'm talking about. If you think about it long enough, you can figure it out. Just walked in from outside, where we were the last two people left and thought briefly about just saying it, but couldn't. Too awkward. Whatever happened to the good ol' days of junior high, where you'd be able to send out cronies to do your dirty work before you put yourself on the line? This is almost like conscienciously leaping off a cliff - without knowing whether or not you have a line attached.
You're the only summer that I think I'll ever know.
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