Tonight, band rehearsal, it took us well over an hour to finally play an actual song, which was fun for us, presumably not for our neighbors in the next room. Put 4 men in a room and watch them all play something different at extreme volumes on their respective instruments ala Albert Ayler, Cecil Taylor, Coltrane (later period) etc�.right I wish.

The cold is beyond me at this point, today, I had an extreme bout of �the tireds� at work. I ventured to the bathroom, where a few months earlier I complained that the new toilet paper dispenser was too close to the toilet for anyone to sit comfortably. Today I reneged on that idea though, as it made a perfectly comfortable arm rest for me to use while I grabbed a quick nap for 10-15 minutes in there. It�s good to know that your boss is sleeping in the bathroom in the afternoon because he stayed up late trying to alphabetize CD�s and drinking espresso at 2:15AM on a weeknight.

I have no idea what �American Idol� means, and I don�t have any plan to find out.

I have no idea what anything on the television means if it happens between 8pm and 11pm during the week for the last 20 years or so. Once I discovered the rock music at a young age, I was over television. I wanted to be Ace Frehley while my friends wanted to be fucking Adam from Eight is Enough (who I coincidentally saw backstage at a Kiss concert when I was a young boy).

-found out Jefferson Starship is playing a bar up the street from my work soon. I will finally make them pay for that �We Built this City� song.

-Ribot is playing in Maine tomorrow night, which I just found out about 30 seconds ago. Fuck. Oil change.

Last night, I wondered when the last time Don Henley ate pussy was.

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