I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.
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Thursday, October 7
I, HOWEVER, DO NOT WANT WANT TO DESTROY YOUR SWEATER
It's gotten to the point where posting here has to come between a coffee run and a trillion other tasks. I can't blog at home because, frankly, I'm only home to sleep and shower. I want this blog to continue. Like, I want it to be witness to my big ass wedding (should that come). I want it to be witness to the birth of my children (should that come). I want it to be witness to the things you never saw coming (that's my favorite part). I want it to be witness to the things you all saw coming (but more so the former). I just want it to be witness, for other people to use in their quest to ...whatever, I guess. To forget stuff is a huge disservice to this "life" thing and blogging makes that possible. YOU HAVE JUST BEEN BAWWW'D.
Buying some marching band bass drums next week.
Just realized how hugely influential marching band is for my current band. Crazy influential. We could probably play a DCI halftime show. NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A CROSSOVER.
A halftime show for halftime entertainment. Oh nozzz the universe is implodingz on itselfz.......oh noooozzz....
I can be a lot of things. But I'll never stop being a dork. At the root of everything, no matter how lame or dopetastic, I will always and forever be a dork. Not a nerd (I'm not a pariah of social skill), nor a geek (I'm not obsessive over stupid shit that doesn't matter), but a dork, yes, that's it.
I like it that Steve Jobs once said, "Stay foolish." I like that a lot. Makes a lot of sense. Lots. Hot dog.