September 19, 2006
Indie Rock
When I fix that busted high-E string and start neglecting my personal hygiene, I'll pack my Crate combo and my DIY aesthetic into my brother's busted-ass Astro van and head out on the road. We'll build makeshift bunks out of two-by-fours in back and sleep on shelves above the gear. I'll ramble on about J. Mascis and the JAMC while the bass player sleeps off the hangover of last night's show. In the passenger seat, the drummer will wax poetic about the greatness of Death Cab before their appearances on The OC. We'll argue about whether they whored themselves out or if it's ok to use FOX to get more people to hear Ben Gibbard's angelic voice. We'll blast the band that opened for us in Cleveland last summer, but is too good to return our calls since they got the cover of AP. When we get tired of sleeping on couches and floors we'll pack it in after one last show in Chicago. Retired by 30, I'll sit at my desk, filling out forms. I'll drive in rush hour, listening to new albums by bands that are good, but not like we were back then.
Posted by dpetrella at September 19, 2006 6:12 PM
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Once again, haven't figured out how to do justified text, but you get the idea. Just a little something light I pulled out of the Moleskin and decided to finish. An attempt at beginning a more prolific period for me.
Thanks to Mike for helping me figure out how to fix that.
Mike is the man. I liked it, made me feel like I was "there" in the van. Good visual, rag tag'n it round the US with mah band.
Good one. In my experience, you need more references to salt and vinegar potato chips, obscure movies (quoted nearly end-to-end), body odor, and physical drudgery. And perhaps more body odor.
I as well hope to be entering to a more prolific period. We'll see how that goes for the both of us.