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Thursday, July 8   >>

THINGS THAT TIME FORGOT

Ben (fucking) Folds. I haven't mentioned that name on this blog in ages. I'm on a Ben (fucking) Folds and Ben Folds (fucking) Five binge. More on that some other friggin' time.

(Now, a little more personal) -- Warren High School Band, 2001-2002 year. You newbies will never know how amazing that program was, no matter how much "better" you all say it is. NEVER will you understand how our legacy will always kick the living FUCK out of your potential "legacy." Just listen to the recordings. Yeah, that was US, motherfuckers.

Our legacy was better than yours. Period.

Sure, senior year was sort of a disappointment; a true inspiration (my former high school's previous music director, who I admired and never talked a negative word of because I truly looked up to him) wasn't there to teach me. Believe me, he taught me more than anyone at that school ever did. Last year, he taught me more about technique in 9 months, 1 hour a day, more than my private teacher ever did in more than 10 years.

In a nutshell, he taught me how modern musicians really work. That -- is gold. Platinum.

Even though I graduated from high school, I still miss the guy. I never really thanked him for showing me the things that he did. He taught me chords, for fuck's sake. Chords are the backbone to fake books. Fake books have been the greatest, most fun thing I've ever worked with in (probably) my entire life. Look up fake books if you're confused; it's a musician's best kept secret.

Nostalgia -- oh, how it kicks in. Man, I miss him.

One thing I don't miss: High school. Ha!

THIS JUST IN (NOT REALLY, BUT ADDED FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT): KENNETH LAY -- IN CUFFS! AND NO, IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH A SEX SCANDAL!

You Enron fucks are, well, hmm, FUCKED. HA HA HA! SPILL THE BEANS, YOU KNOW KARL ROVE AND THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION AS A WHOLE ARE REALLY, REALLY FUCKED AS IT IS; MIGHT AS WELL TELL US EVERYTHING!

Pop the champagne bottle, it's time to celebrate the punishment against corporate criminals! Fry them all!