Tim and I did some more jamming yesterday. It went pretty all right. His playing really compliments mine; he does what I want him to do without me having to instruct or request. That's called rock and roll. Smoking cigarettes and weed and nay-saying are not rock and roll. But I'm not down on Liz or anything. I wish she would straighten her attitude out a bit, but hey - Tim is happy and that's what matters. And a happy Tim = rock and roll time, which = a happy Adam. Hurray.
Went to see Mock Orange in Champaign with BJ and Tim. He (Tim) was into it, and I must admit, they had their moments, but they're not quite my cup of tea. I really liked the venue, however. Mike & Molly's is a pretty hip bar, and the space upstairs is no bigger than a living room: quaint and closed in. It has serious punk rock potential.
Speaking of punk rock, I had two unpleasant police experiences last night. More on that later. It's no longer the 18th, but the 19th now. Sleep.
Note to self: "Hole In the Wall". A television show for a generation of ambivalent, self-parodying slackers. God created man, man created "Hole In the Wall". According to symbolic logic: ~A--> B~B-->A - therefore, God is evil. Even more, therefore, God does not exist, because in order for God to be God, he must be omni benevolent. "Hole In the Wall" is proof positive that God is anything but omni benevolent. So, therefore, FOX has proven inequivicably that God does not exist. FOX has succeeded in explaining and proving a point of philosophical debate since the beginning of dogmatic thought. There is no God. There is only "Hole In the Wall".
Praise.
1 comment:
Hey this might be a long shot, but if you and Tim want a momentary bass player, I'll be in town this weekend and my shitty amp and shitty bass are sitting in my car. Just throwing it out there. Anyway, yeah your blog is better than mine.
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