Into the flood again...

Tinangay na rin ata ng baha ang katinuan ko. Para sa mga may galit sa'kin, 'eto na ang pagkakataon niyong sabihan ako ng "buti nga sa'yo".

Beelzebub

There are demons on my back.
And they ride me all night long.
And in the morning it aches.
Whilst you smile and sing a song.

,,I,,

High-a-Toose

The Drunk Daisies are going on a holiday break. We will be back ripping up those pungent riffs next year.

Unfortunately, we had to turn down one gig (tomorrow), which was announced only one day before, because I'm out of town and I already have plans. Talk about short notice. But I guess that's a good thing, cause thanks to a steady decline in my disposition, no new materials are available for gigs anytime soon.

I'm thinking of bringing Butters, my trusty Telecaster to our next gig, instead of using Cerise, my Strat, and do an all out blues blast for the whole set. Hmm...

And we need a mySpace page. Or a multiply account. Or a friendster account. Or whatever. Something to advertise before the set so people could waste bandwidth after our gigs in case they like us.

"Don't do drugs" - Me, after doing a cover of Eric Clapton's Coccaine.

Exactly.

I don't know where exactly to go. I hate it where I am now, and I hate all the possible directions that I could go to. This is probably the blandest, most boring christmas ever. I just want to sulk inside my tiny apartment and sleep away my vacation, with Robert Johnson songs playing in the background.

Racumin Chewing Contest

Drunk Daisies have been reformed with 2 new members and me doing out of tune singing like antics behind the mic. With 2 rehearsals to back us up we went to Freedom bar to reclaim our holy Thursday slot and did a terrible version of Clapton's Coccaine. We also premiered a song, "Should". Yaddah yaddah. Good clean set. Nothing spectacular.

And my life now revolves on World War 2 1:42 scale model planes. Mustangs, Corsairs, Spitfires. Watch me get consumed.

WTF moments

These are the moments that makes you go "What the fuck just happened there?". You look back, around two to three years ago, and you say "What the fuck just happened?".

Then you sit back, relax, and do a The Sopranos marathon, alone in your god forsaken apartment.

And remember, you're not allowed to be depressed or anything because you won't be spared the trouble of having to explain everything.

Session

So we got the spot. Drunk Daisies will be playing every Thursday night at this bar in cubao this November. Arm the wah pedals, crank up the distortion, spin the gain. Meeeeeh. Big deal. This actually means less time for me to play Pokemon : Leaf Green. Meeeeeh. I'm really bored right now. I'm gonna go and beat up my little brother. Whatever.