Marc

Medford, Oregon

I'm watching the Weather Channel right now and it's telling me bad bad news. Rain in Chicago. What the hell is new, eh? I'm hoping my flights can all get me out and on time, or maybe even just out. Yeah. I'll settle for out. I'm looking forward to going home. I think I'm going to make Saturday a bit of a recording day. I sit around alot at night and I have these little tiny melodies in my head, and it's all I can do to figure out how to play them when I get home. I'm not as talented as I wish I were. In my head my songs are fucking masterpieces. On the real guitar, not so much. More like basic, mid-tempoed junk. I'm not all that great at writing songs. I'm not even all that great at writing parts for songs. I've got one number (Zach, the instrumental one that I showed you a while ago) that I've been working on forever and ever and ever. It hasn't changed much, but I still don't think I've got it just right.

I'm a nut. I know.

I just hope I can get back in enough time to chill for a while. These past two days have been pretty hectic. I've worked 30 hours in that short span, and I was so unbelievably dirty tonight, it was unreal. I feel bad for that jacuzzi. That poor, poor jacuzzi. It was dope, kids, sitting in that damn thing watching the Discovery Channel's take on the Mt St Helens disaster and whatnot. How appropriate, right?

So long.