Marc
Never felt this way or this much -- from the first track on Daydream King's self-titled album
New Bern, North Carolina
One. So. You've read correctly. North Carolina. I don't know why Roy Williams wanted so badly to coach here, cause as far as I can tell it's crap. Maybe it's the red clay instead of black dirt, or the way the trees seem to crowd right up to the edges of the interstates, or maybe the billboards. Oh, the billboards! I've hypothesized that, during the roughly seven hundred or so miles that we've driven since Tuesday morning from Atlanta to New Bern, NC, we've only spent roughly ten minutes without being in the range of a billboard. They're like three deep around here, which has made me think about why they're not quite as deep along the interstates of Illinois. This will most likely (and thankfully) be my life until mid-August. Interstates. Off-ramps. Post offices. Hotel rooms. Weekend visitation rights to my own town.
Two. So. Daydream King. A pop-punk quartet from Kankakee, IL, that broke up roughly three years ago (?). Seriously good stuff if you've ever been into anything remotely pop-punkish, which I'm sure almost everyone denies these days because pop-punk is oh so un-trendy. Get over it/yourselves. I've been listening to this album a lot lately, which is strange because I rarely listened-listened to it when they were either around, or when I had any kind of contact with any of the band members. Nicest bunch of guys you'll ever meet. Too bad they couldn't get any kind of recognition. Fast. Melodic. Lo-fi, but decent enough to not sound like crap. I think the lead singer, Nate, is in a band called It Will Work now. I have no idea as to whether or not they're still together.
Three. So. You think I'd have more to write about after so many days of not writing, right? I guess it's just not meant to be. For one, go to the Mt St Helens show at the Fireside on Saturday. It's their Fer Sure CD Release Show, I think. Even though I've had the album for far too long now -- I am the greatest MSH air drummer to ever walk the face of the Earth -- I'll still be rocking out with my ... just rocking out. Straight up.
Four. So. Dirty boys need baths. Dirty boys need soap. Not like this dirty man that I saw passed out in a hotel driveway two days ago. Dirty, dirty, drunk, passed out man. I bet he needed a real bad bath. Whatev. I'm spent, and this spacebarsucks. I'm sick of having to backspace every ten keystrokes. Is that the first time someone's used "keystrokes" on this page? I would wager so.
Up Next: Soul Rebel by Bob Marley; Daydream King by Daydream King; and, No Pocky For Kitty by Superchunk.
Tomorrow: 6 hours sleep. 22 terminals. 190 boxes. 300 hundred miles. Tons of sweat.
Never felt this way or this much -- from the first track on Daydream King's self-titled album
New Bern, North Carolina
One. So. You've read correctly. North Carolina. I don't know why Roy Williams wanted so badly to coach here, cause as far as I can tell it's crap. Maybe it's the red clay instead of black dirt, or the way the trees seem to crowd right up to the edges of the interstates, or maybe the billboards. Oh, the billboards! I've hypothesized that, during the roughly seven hundred or so miles that we've driven since Tuesday morning from Atlanta to New Bern, NC, we've only spent roughly ten minutes without being in the range of a billboard. They're like three deep around here, which has made me think about why they're not quite as deep along the interstates of Illinois. This will most likely (and thankfully) be my life until mid-August. Interstates. Off-ramps. Post offices. Hotel rooms. Weekend visitation rights to my own town.
Two. So. Daydream King. A pop-punk quartet from Kankakee, IL, that broke up roughly three years ago (?). Seriously good stuff if you've ever been into anything remotely pop-punkish, which I'm sure almost everyone denies these days because pop-punk is oh so un-trendy. Get over it/yourselves. I've been listening to this album a lot lately, which is strange because I rarely listened-listened to it when they were either around, or when I had any kind of contact with any of the band members. Nicest bunch of guys you'll ever meet. Too bad they couldn't get any kind of recognition. Fast. Melodic. Lo-fi, but decent enough to not sound like crap. I think the lead singer, Nate, is in a band called It Will Work now. I have no idea as to whether or not they're still together.
Three. So. You think I'd have more to write about after so many days of not writing, right? I guess it's just not meant to be. For one, go to the Mt St Helens show at the Fireside on Saturday. It's their Fer Sure CD Release Show, I think. Even though I've had the album for far too long now -- I am the greatest MSH air drummer to ever walk the face of the Earth -- I'll still be rocking out with my ... just rocking out. Straight up.
Four. So. Dirty boys need baths. Dirty boys need soap. Not like this dirty man that I saw passed out in a hotel driveway two days ago. Dirty, dirty, drunk, passed out man. I bet he needed a real bad bath. Whatev. I'm spent, and this spacebarsucks. I'm sick of having to backspace every ten keystrokes. Is that the first time someone's used "keystrokes" on this page? I would wager so.
Up Next: Soul Rebel by Bob Marley; Daydream King by Daydream King; and, No Pocky For Kitty by Superchunk.
Tomorrow: 6 hours sleep. 22 terminals. 190 boxes. 300 hundred miles. Tons of sweat.
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