My nonstop broke-ness has got to stop. I think I'm gonna have to bite the bullet, drop trou, and get ass-raped by the man again - wait, lemme rephrease that: I'm gonna have to get me a full-time job.
Not like there are any full-time jobs to be had in this city - well, any good ones anyway. But still - I gotta be able to make a little more than what I'm making now, and I GOTTA get me some health insurance before my jaw rots off.
Which gets me anxious to start recording, and to get my mind focused on getting my music together. After the EP is done, I'm contemplating putting an ad in the local papers here... something along the lines of:
Singer/guitarist/songwriter looking to fill out sound with actual human beings. Drums: John McEntire. Everybody else: think D-plan, think Death Cab, think Sea and Cake.
Except not that horribly written.
I forget how much Mondays suck sometimes. Not today. MAN, they suck.
