__2004-04-23 @ 12:19 a.m._______
Still getting shitty access to the web via UIowa Library. yes it sucks. Luckily, Jill still has an account with the University. Otherwise, I would be begging a friend to let me check my email all the time. I'm dependant on the computer OK! I admit it. I'm a techno-futurist, supposedly. Which sounds even more ridiculous.
"That's all I got," said JP from the stage on sunday, tuesday, and wednesday. Every rant ends with this now, which is much better than me trailing off from the mic, mumbling while I try to tune my guitar. I'm not the most whitty person on stage, I'll admit it. So it is nice to have JP and Chris up there who are much more clever than I am during stand up between songs. It really is "stand up," during these times too. I always look around from the stage between songs and people are still looking to be entertained. I mean, the music has gone away- what the hell, I'm hardly funny when asked to improvise without a topic. Give me some material and maybe. But just straight up banter off the top of my head? It ain't happenin' here too often folks. I better be really good and drunk to come up with something. Maybe this is why I have such a problem with playing solo. I hate playing solo.
John Roderick is the master of whitty stage banter. Last night was very endearing, as he charmed us with his "homophobic slurs," rant. Too bad the person from the crowd who yelled it out probably felt like shit afterwards (deservingly so). He has our cd now. I told him how we listened to the last Long Winters cd this past fall all the time in the van and that we all agreed that it had to be one of the best cds of 2003. He was very nice and seemed humbled by our gesture. I then gave him our cd, in which, he then acted like I was a saint for giving him such a prized possession. It was sweet of him. He already emailed me and told me how amazing the bass playing is on the first couple of songs. Way to go Chris! Give Chris a LOW five (or four- heh, heh) the next time you see him.
Alright, I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams.
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