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What is this obsession with listening to sad bastard music, even when I'm in the best of moods, like right now? I don't get it. I've got that real slow song from the end of the newest Ben Folds album, "The Luckiest", on repeat or something, and I cannot get enough of it.
Eh.
So, peer pressure is a wonderful thing, if you ask me. I feel like I should address the non-Normal blogging/blog reading population for a minute. See, for some reason, we have created quite a blog stronghold within the Bloomington-Normal city limits. You can walk only a few blocks in any direction, and you're bound to run into a building that holds a blogger, or slew of bloggers. What is our obsession, as a group of friends, with blogging? Why do we hang out, or see each other at shows, and then dash home and write it all down, and pester each other about our posts and stories? It's funny, in some ways, because we all basically know each other, and we say the same things, but in very different ways, and its refreshing to see that, though we all look vaguely similar, we're all very different on the inside. And it's comforting, too. Definitely comforting to know that there are people out there, that you can meet, and that you can get to know on a personal basis, that don't think it's too terribly nerdy to plug in and put yourself on the line. Way to go us ... I guess.
Alright. Enough of that. Back to me.
I practiced with First Grade Crush tonight, and feel so completely rejuvenated by it. Like I said yesterday, I'm filling in on bass for their show on Thursday, and getting together with them tonight just made me real excited and grateful to know that I can still play songs with people, and that I'm somewhat competent enough to be able to justify all this judgemental crap that I dish out to people in other bands. I don't know. I learned twelve songs in the span of about two and a half hours, and I took mad crazy notes on all the chord changes to be able to use tomorrow night, so I'll have it all down for Wednesday's practice.
Grant, their bass player, came over for a while tonight and was talking about how strange it was to see his band leaving without him, and with me in his place. Honestly, it felt a bit weird. I can't hold a candle to that guy as far as musicianship goes, but I'm honored that he chose me to play in his place. It's been a long time since I've played a show, last December I think, and even that was only a one time thing. It's really been about a year since Straight Legged Kick broke up, and I've been totally apathetic towards getting anything new started. I've got the acoustic. I've got the four track and the keyboard, and I've got some ideas floating around, but I just cannot seem to will myself to get it all together. Whatev. It'll happen soon enough.
Anywho, Grant and I talked about all of our old bands, and what kind of songs we used to write when we were kids. My first band was called J(2).A.M. We formed when I was in the fourth grade, and, though much of it escapes me, I know we played our first show for our school's talent show, and covered "Johnny Be Good". I sang, and was so nervous that I finished the song way before the rest of the band had a chance to catch up. Eh. I also remember writing an original rap about Romania, during their struggle to rid themselves of the communist puppet regime that had been in place there. How seriously messed up is that, huh? In the fourth grade, writing songs about peace and freedom ... sheesh.
What is this obsession with listening to sad bastard music, even when I'm in the best of moods, like right now? I don't get it. I've got that real slow song from the end of the newest Ben Folds album, "The Luckiest", on repeat or something, and I cannot get enough of it.
Eh.
So, peer pressure is a wonderful thing, if you ask me. I feel like I should address the non-Normal blogging/blog reading population for a minute. See, for some reason, we have created quite a blog stronghold within the Bloomington-Normal city limits. You can walk only a few blocks in any direction, and you're bound to run into a building that holds a blogger, or slew of bloggers. What is our obsession, as a group of friends, with blogging? Why do we hang out, or see each other at shows, and then dash home and write it all down, and pester each other about our posts and stories? It's funny, in some ways, because we all basically know each other, and we say the same things, but in very different ways, and its refreshing to see that, though we all look vaguely similar, we're all very different on the inside. And it's comforting, too. Definitely comforting to know that there are people out there, that you can meet, and that you can get to know on a personal basis, that don't think it's too terribly nerdy to plug in and put yourself on the line. Way to go us ... I guess.
Alright. Enough of that. Back to me.
I practiced with First Grade Crush tonight, and feel so completely rejuvenated by it. Like I said yesterday, I'm filling in on bass for their show on Thursday, and getting together with them tonight just made me real excited and grateful to know that I can still play songs with people, and that I'm somewhat competent enough to be able to justify all this judgemental crap that I dish out to people in other bands. I don't know. I learned twelve songs in the span of about two and a half hours, and I took mad crazy notes on all the chord changes to be able to use tomorrow night, so I'll have it all down for Wednesday's practice.
Grant, their bass player, came over for a while tonight and was talking about how strange it was to see his band leaving without him, and with me in his place. Honestly, it felt a bit weird. I can't hold a candle to that guy as far as musicianship goes, but I'm honored that he chose me to play in his place. It's been a long time since I've played a show, last December I think, and even that was only a one time thing. It's really been about a year since Straight Legged Kick broke up, and I've been totally apathetic towards getting anything new started. I've got the acoustic. I've got the four track and the keyboard, and I've got some ideas floating around, but I just cannot seem to will myself to get it all together. Whatev. It'll happen soon enough.
Anywho, Grant and I talked about all of our old bands, and what kind of songs we used to write when we were kids. My first band was called J(2).A.M. We formed when I was in the fourth grade, and, though much of it escapes me, I know we played our first show for our school's talent show, and covered "Johnny Be Good". I sang, and was so nervous that I finished the song way before the rest of the band had a chance to catch up. Eh. I also remember writing an original rap about Romania, during their struggle to rid themselves of the communist puppet regime that had been in place there. How seriously messed up is that, huh? In the fourth grade, writing songs about peace and freedom ... sheesh.
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