And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
Everything has changed.
Absolutely nothing's changed.
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend.
I know I did.
I didn't bother with pictures, though.
Sometimes, it's a burden to document the things one does, particularly when one lives someplace like Bozeman, Montana, where there is a limitless supply of cool things to do.
But, nevertheless...
Occasionally, I will do something and think,
"You know what?
I'm gonna keep this one for myself.
After all, there has to be some incentive for my deadbeat friends to come out here and visit me.
If I just post everything on the blog, they can sit on their ass, eat Cheetos, and never come visit."
I will tell you this, however...
Stinkfist/Big Wampum/Catpiss Junction/Chocolate Thunder is only getting better.
For reals.
We played for a couple hours on Friday, and, like fine wine, we're only getting better with age.
(Carp, you should hear Bells on that freaking drum kit.)
I don't even want to sit there after he gets done.
Really, he's pretty amazing.
I am holding my own on the axe + vocals.
Maybe I am even getting better myself.
All I know is that we are my favorite band.
And, I know now that I need to ramp up with equipment.
Perhaps an electric.
Perhaps an amp.
Perhaps a microphone.
Perhaps...
Next thing you know, Stinkfist/Big Wampum/Catpiss Junction/Chocolate Thunder will be rocking living rooms, porches and coffee houses across the greater Bozeman area.
(UJ, Carmela- I hope you had a wonderful honeymooon. I love you like a little brother ((and sister)), and I hope to see you soon.)
Also, another cool thing is that Bells and Alicia's kid, Aden, totally recognizes me now. He's starting to talk (he is 19 months old), and I can pretty much make him light up with recognition and a huge-ass, four-tooth grin.
That's a pretty damn good feeling.
Gotta go.
P.S. Entourage?
Sex in the City for dudes.
P.P.S. (I am the (((king))) of parentheticals.)
Absolutely nothing's changed.
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend.
I know I did.
I didn't bother with pictures, though.
Sometimes, it's a burden to document the things one does, particularly when one lives someplace like Bozeman, Montana, where there is a limitless supply of cool things to do.
But, nevertheless...
Occasionally, I will do something and think,
"You know what?
I'm gonna keep this one for myself.
After all, there has to be some incentive for my deadbeat friends to come out here and visit me.
If I just post everything on the blog, they can sit on their ass, eat Cheetos, and never come visit."
I will tell you this, however...
Stinkfist/Big Wampum/Catpiss Junction/Chocolate Thunder is only getting better.
For reals.
We played for a couple hours on Friday, and, like fine wine, we're only getting better with age.
(Carp, you should hear Bells on that freaking drum kit.)
I don't even want to sit there after he gets done.
Really, he's pretty amazing.
I am holding my own on the axe + vocals.
Maybe I am even getting better myself.
All I know is that we are my favorite band.
And, I know now that I need to ramp up with equipment.
Perhaps an electric.
Perhaps an amp.
Perhaps a microphone.
Perhaps...
Next thing you know, Stinkfist/Big Wampum/Catpiss Junction/Chocolate Thunder will be rocking living rooms, porches and coffee houses across the greater Bozeman area.
(UJ, Carmela- I hope you had a wonderful honeymooon. I love you like a little brother ((and sister)), and I hope to see you soon.)
Also, another cool thing is that Bells and Alicia's kid, Aden, totally recognizes me now. He's starting to talk (he is 19 months old), and I can pretty much make him light up with recognition and a huge-ass, four-tooth grin.
That's a pretty damn good feeling.
Gotta go.
P.S. Entourage?
Sex in the City for dudes.
P.P.S. (I am the (((king))) of parentheticals.)
posted by Joe at
7:46 PM
4 Comments:
Sounds like good times, man.
Guitar - Gibson Les Paul (really - there is no substitute)
Amp - Marshall, Peavy - and make sure you get some tubes on it. Although I have to admit my Mesa Boogie has been good to me.
Then - recommended effects pedals to come but reverb and chorus pedals are a good first start. For fun - find a cry baby wah and practice with it.
Guitar is probably the single best way to escape w/in yourself. I don't play as much as I used to but try to play something about 1 time per week. Depending on your mood look into Buckcherry's new album or Ween's Chocolate and Cheese. Although I still like the good old classic rock sounds.
Good for you for keeping up with it!
We are biz-aack...UJ has photos; guest blog to follow re: sleepy retirement community and mountain lions....
Very pretty design! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
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