Sunday October 24 2010

DREAM: Playing a show with Chris and Kal—a MUSICPLAYER show. The audience is people from the church I used to go to a few years ago. They’re all sitting in folding chairs on a stage. I’m playing something soft and ethereal on the guitar to go with the spiritual aura surrounding everyone. Eventually, Chris starts the stick count to begin “Cryptic”. Kal and I hit the D but not exactly on the beat because Chris did it differently than how we usually do it. It’s supposed to be “1-2-1-2-3-4” but he only counted 4 and it threw us off. I stop the song before the measure even ends. Feeling an awkwardness and disturbance in the show. It kind of ruined the vibe. I keep switching spots on stage—everywhere I stand there seems to be a bump under my feet. I finally make my stance in the perfect spot. We continue on with our set.

4:15 p.m. getting out of bed.

Breakfast: Oatmeal Breakfast Bar. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.

Work at China Wok.

Sitting in the van waiting for orders to come in. Some dudes just parked and got out of their car. One of them reads the bumper sticker on my van out loud, “Porn rapes the mind!” Encouraging his buddies to read it, “Dude! Read it.” The other replies, “Damn, I like getting raped.”

Eating Salt N Vinegar Chips, a Banana, and drinking Honey Green Tea.

Selling twin-size mattresses to a lady from Hampton.

Emily is leaving the house soon. Sad face =( Ambrotious will be gone too. Another sad face =( However, we’re one step closer to being an all-male house.

Stretching and doing crunches.

At home eating two slices of homemade leftover Pizza with Peppers and Onions.

Starting It Might Get Loud [2008], a documentary profiling Jack White, The Edge, and Jimmy Page.

Playing basketball with Art. During a game of Free Throw Shootout there’s a discrepancy on the rules and we get into a squabble about it. But we finish anyways. Sharing our recent experiences with our roommate’s girlfriend and her obnoxiously loud prepubescent voice.

Kenneth stops in. His sister, Virginia, had a dinner at her house in remembrance of Joni, our former landlord. He’s ranting on and on about how worldly the people there are. He feels like people are putting up stumbling blocks just to see him fail. “…I’ve been 42 for 42 fuckin years…” “…I always give it 120 percent…I’m trying to build a future for myself…” I watch him fidget with the Green Tea box I just dismantled and tossed in the recycle bin—he’s pacing around the floor. Even when I leave the room for a second I can still hear him speaking even though I obviously can’t hear it. He needs someone to just listen but if nobody’s there he’ll settle talking to himself. He mentions something about idle hands and asks me what the bible says about that. “It’s the devil’s playground,” I reply. He uses his deep classic raspy voice, “Rob, you’re a rare dude…you guys know what you’re doing here.” He always adds admiration for me and the house at the end of our conversations.

At the storage unit tweaking guitar tone and tuning.

Back home watching It Might Get Loud.

Dinner: Salmon, Asparagus, Garlic Bread. Powdered Pastry (sorry Ems, I couldn’t resist).


Back to the unit recording.

Finishing the second DOOM novel.

Sleep 8:15 a.m.

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