There's a coldest day in every year

Holy shit, ice is killin' me.

Money is, too, so I'm working the overnight shift at FedEx as often as possible in anticipation of my big move in early February, but that's not a big deal. I figure I'd be awake anyway so making money at it only makes sense. Or maybe cents? Oh, THE FUNNIEST!

But back to the ice, I guess. It was freezing rain in Norman in the AM today and my car was nice and frosted shut before I went to work. The roads were a little scary on the way up there, but nothing like they were just now on the way back. It was combination snowing/sleeting when I got off the dock at roughly 3:15 am, and I had barely combination gotten on the highway/apologized to Sara in a purposeful phone call for multiple pocket-dials while working when a semi flew past me at about 60mph and sprayed my car with slush so bad I had to put on my hazards and pull to the shoulder until my windshield re-defrosted. All told it took about three minutes with the defroster and wipers on full.

Then, as I got into Norman, the freezing rain got REALLY heavy and I had to put on some music to take my mind off the nervous wreck I was becoming in a car with two bald tires and virtually no gas in the tank. Thankfully, I caught The Who's "Love, Rain O'er Me" from the beginning, cranked it, and screamed my way through the rest of the drive. Roger Daltrey, at full volume, in full rock star wail: CATHARTIC. Always.

In two days' time, I will fly south to warmer(ish) climes and visit Sara in Dooooooooorant. Which is a good idea, with the weather up here being crapgasmic and my snuggle reserves feeling suspiciously like my gas tank. Re-read that sentence; tell me I didn't cash in my Man Card. You can't, can you? Feccccccccck awph wif'yas 'en!


Music is slow-going with me anymore. Brian S. didn't get back ahold of me this week about practice and Eric and I got so very little done in the way of working with the material Sunday. Isaiah and I are supposed to get together to pull a quick show-n'-play this week but who knows if he'll get ahold of me before I leave for Durant Wednesday evening. Who further knows whether Eric and Brian avail themselves at all. I am really starting to think I need to bail on Oklahoma -- there are far too few musicians who both know what they're doing and WANT to do it. Ah well. I'm probably not one of the former so maybe I shouldn't talk.

Or maybe I SHOULD.




Ice, go burn in hell. I don't wanna die before I get my songs on wax.

Well, durn

Not 24 hours after that last one... Nate quit. D'oh.

May have found his replacement on the drive home from band practice, providing Eric isn't
a) too busy to contribute;
b) unwilling to maintain a practice schedule due to lacking interest;
c) dissatisfied with the music I have written;
d) moving to Austin with little apparent warning.

I guess Flux Capacitor is back in business.

Also, I. McC. (the first Punching Spree bassist) expressed interest in playing as well. Moreso when I mentioned my influences as "New Pornos, The Attractions, Long Winters, and classic pop forms". He and I share enough musical taste that if nothing else it will not be boring.


Sara's back in Durant, and if she don't swing through town around the 30th (jury's out), I will be swinging through her part of the world at around that time.

And I sign the papers on the apartment tomorrow. Neat.

"We really should've been in on the fingerprints" => "Sorry, things are moving real fast over here"

Ahh. God. So much blowing up it's ridiculous.

1) Music n' Me

> Turned over 1/2 my remaining lineup [post-Scott backout] two nights ago to the tune of Aaron quitting and Brian B. getting cut loose for basically disappearing; Brian Stansberry (ex-Special Disaster Team) is gonna have a spin on the skins and I'm thinking for now about not even replacing Aaron and just going with the classic Talking Heads / Attractions / Small Faces quartet format of guitar, bass, keys, drums. If I prove an insufficient player in that respect, compromises can be made. Practice at 3pm today.

I have 12 songs laid out with at least completed lyric sheets for album #2, plus JUST rescued "Need to Need You Baby" with a much-improved chorus in order to get it on album #1. It's very much an R&B-feeling 4x4-beat track and should help pace out the midtempo material that may yet clog the meat of the running order.

Still hoping to find a bass player.

> Playing drums for Jake is starting to bear out fruit; we are The High Points and he just keeps turning out understated and awesome singles. Mod is so back that we're in NorMOD, Oklahoma from now on. Come on, children!

2) Sara n' Me

> The girl is Sara Moore, the feeling is mutual, the salad days are on. That's just about fantastic.

3) Comedy n' Me

> I've completed a pilot script for what I hope to be a web series titled Maneater about a guy who comes to the tardy realization that he's a cannibal and has to cope with both learning how to catch and eat people and the awkwardness his discovery causes with his friends and loved ones. I'm also writing the score, and it's all variations on Hall & Oates songs*. I've already re-arranged the title track into something sounding halfway between Weezer 1996 and The National for the opening credit sequence. It's something to do in my spare time at least.

*I'm not even TOUCHING "Sara Smile," just 'cause... Jesus, how on-the-nose can you get?

4) Moving n' Me

> Found a SWEET duplex-apartment in the South Campus area of town (College and Lindsey) that I'll be subletting from an old chum as he moves to Virginia to take a job. The first month's rent will be paid by his folks as a courtesy, plus if I extend the lease through fall he claims one can make $200 a gameday parking cars there. Shit, sounds like it pays for itself half the year. I'll be into there by Valentine's Day for sure.

Okay, that's the short of it. The long of it is like 12 months long, because goddammit, it is 2009. A very good year thus far.