Marc
Well ... here we are. Just me and you, hanging out in 1's and 0's. So, how's that going for you?
It's almost three in the morning, and I'm listening to the new Promise Ring songs, and I'm pleasantly surprised at first listen. For some reason I thought that it was going to be this pretentious, electro-pop bullshit, but for the most part it's pretty laid back. A lot more acoustic guitar than I've ever heard them use before, and the drums are much more mellow, and they've got a whole slew of different instruments going through the mix this time, and it sounds good. Kind of like a nice, happy medium between their poppier stuff on Very Emergency and their more mellow songs on Nothing Feels Good. Thumbs tentatively up. Of course, I'm listening to them all out of order, so maybe that affects it. You just never know with these things.
Just like I didn't have a clue that I wasn't going to do anything tonight, concerning mainly not touching that damn Tom Sawyer book or the pillows on my bed. I just kind of floated around the room, listening to some really bad pop music that I felt compelled to download, and making hotel reservations for next week. I don't know why, but I'm really really really looking forward to going back to hotel life, and all the little perks, like the free breakfast at the Marriott Residence Inn by the Indianapolis Airport. I've stayed there three or four times in the past, and, for some reason, their breakfast is totally killer. Most Residence Inns just kind of give you the shit end of the pigs in a blanket stick, but not this one. I was so surprised the first time I stayed there and tried. Hence, I'll be heading back there.
Plus, an extremely cute reception girl there checked me in last time. I arrive late, about 10:00pm on a Sunday, with my suitcase, laptop bag on top of that, and my acoustic strapped to my back, fucking Six String Samurai style. She asked me if I was in a band playing in town, and I blushed, and got all flustered and had to explain that ... yes, I played in a band, but ... unfortunately I wasn't playing in town. I was there to work. Dammit. I played a little later that night in my room, and apparently she was listening because, as I came back inside from playing a little basketball with some of my co-workers (every Residence Inn has a basketball court, and basketball free for use by its guests) she made a point to stop me and tell me that she was walking down the hallway last night, and that she heard music coming from my room, and she didn't want to make me feel nervous, but she stood there and listened for a few minutes and said that it was very "pretty". Aw, schucks.
So, count me in Indianapolis. I'm also making my way to Michigan, which kind of sucks. Lake effect snow and all, and I'm not looking forward to possibly having to wend my way through the snow covered highways, and in and out of all those dumpy ass Michigan towns. I'm just bitter. I've only played up there twice, and it didn't go over well either time. Fucking damn University of Michigan, uppity fucking, rich kid communist, no eating hamburgers in the house, but maybe one of the guys in that band I was in may kill me, stupid techno band fucks. Now I'm mad just thinking about it.
Tom? Tom Sawyer? Are you still here?
Well ... here we are. Just me and you, hanging out in 1's and 0's. So, how's that going for you?
It's almost three in the morning, and I'm listening to the new Promise Ring songs, and I'm pleasantly surprised at first listen. For some reason I thought that it was going to be this pretentious, electro-pop bullshit, but for the most part it's pretty laid back. A lot more acoustic guitar than I've ever heard them use before, and the drums are much more mellow, and they've got a whole slew of different instruments going through the mix this time, and it sounds good. Kind of like a nice, happy medium between their poppier stuff on Very Emergency and their more mellow songs on Nothing Feels Good. Thumbs tentatively up. Of course, I'm listening to them all out of order, so maybe that affects it. You just never know with these things.
Just like I didn't have a clue that I wasn't going to do anything tonight, concerning mainly not touching that damn Tom Sawyer book or the pillows on my bed. I just kind of floated around the room, listening to some really bad pop music that I felt compelled to download, and making hotel reservations for next week. I don't know why, but I'm really really really looking forward to going back to hotel life, and all the little perks, like the free breakfast at the Marriott Residence Inn by the Indianapolis Airport. I've stayed there three or four times in the past, and, for some reason, their breakfast is totally killer. Most Residence Inns just kind of give you the shit end of the pigs in a blanket stick, but not this one. I was so surprised the first time I stayed there and tried. Hence, I'll be heading back there.
Plus, an extremely cute reception girl there checked me in last time. I arrive late, about 10:00pm on a Sunday, with my suitcase, laptop bag on top of that, and my acoustic strapped to my back, fucking Six String Samurai style. She asked me if I was in a band playing in town, and I blushed, and got all flustered and had to explain that ... yes, I played in a band, but ... unfortunately I wasn't playing in town. I was there to work. Dammit. I played a little later that night in my room, and apparently she was listening because, as I came back inside from playing a little basketball with some of my co-workers (every Residence Inn has a basketball court, and basketball free for use by its guests) she made a point to stop me and tell me that she was walking down the hallway last night, and that she heard music coming from my room, and she didn't want to make me feel nervous, but she stood there and listened for a few minutes and said that it was very "pretty". Aw, schucks.
So, count me in Indianapolis. I'm also making my way to Michigan, which kind of sucks. Lake effect snow and all, and I'm not looking forward to possibly having to wend my way through the snow covered highways, and in and out of all those dumpy ass Michigan towns. I'm just bitter. I've only played up there twice, and it didn't go over well either time. Fucking damn University of Michigan, uppity fucking, rich kid communist, no eating hamburgers in the house, but maybe one of the guys in that band I was in may kill me, stupid techno band fucks. Now I'm mad just thinking about it.
Tom? Tom Sawyer? Are you still here?
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home