Ok, here is the ticket. I like music. I like music alot. Infact, I like music so much that this past month I have honestly turned nocturnal because I can't sleep. I can't sleep because I have no music. My phone only has 4 songs:
a)"It's still rock n' roll to me" by Billy Joel
b)"Last Resort" by Papa Roach
c)"Money" by Pink Floyd
d)"Not for You" by Pearl Jam (the live version from Mexico City).
So you can understand why I can't listen to that everyday. So I'm back to not having music those days when I can't listend to my 4 tunes because I am fed up with repetition. Even when it is on shuffle, it is still too god damn repetitive. So I have been enjoying my time at rehearsal more than usual. At first I thought it was because of the new garage we got to play in, but then I realized that was not the case. I was enjoying it because I was being deprived. As sick as that may sound, that was the reason. But just yesterday a friend of mine called me to tell me he had just made a band and was looking for a guitarist. They have a guitar, but they just want to have two. So that right away was making it alot easier to answer. He then told me that they practiced at a studio and already had "...some shit..." going on. They get high before, during, in between, and after practice he said.
I like music alot but I hate moving equipment. I know a jam session is defenitily worth any 'equipment-moving-injuries' that could put me in bed for 'weeks,' but that is not the case. I've know those guys through out middleschool and highschool and I am almost certain that they are not taking this shit serious. I know it sounds like I am too judgmental but at least I have the credit of actually knowing them for a while, enough to be judgmental. O_o So the problem is to go to their practice (a bunch of guys trying to start a band with no dedication, direction, or musical background) and move all my stuff? Or, not go and spend the whole afternoon with the lady? Remember, I could be wrong and it could end up being a good jam session. But odds say it wont.
p.s. Oh, I forgot. I'm stoned.
