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Radio Boom-Boom
Mar. 26th, 2006 01:50 pmLast night's practice with Nate was fucking fantastic on every level. Not only did he rock our little two piece drum kit (and tambourine) till there was smoke in the air, he also picked up [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s guitar and launched into an unprovoked rendition of I WAS A TEENAGE WEREWOLF... Which, as anyone who's worth their salt knows, is a sure-fire way to work your way into Ms. Malady's heart, any time.
"You know that song SUNGLASSES AFTER DARK?" he said at one point. "That song makes me want to masturbate every time I hear it. We should totally cover that song."
Bastard! Did he know in advance that SUNGLASSES AFTER DARK was the impetus that drove us to form this band? Or is he just some kind of diabolical mind-reader? Either way, Ms. Malady and myself both seemed to sense that it was time for an initiation of sorts, so we forced him to sit down and endure a personal screening of THE SLAVES OF MARY JANE. He was suitably impressed, I think.
After practice, it was off to the Replay, where we proceeded to get blackout drunk (with a little help from some magic pills). We've paid dearly for our transgressions, however: After spending twelve hours with the blankets pulled over my head, I'm being forced to drag my trembling, booze-soaked ass down to the bar and work for seven hours. Ugh. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
secret_malady? Sick, perhaps dying-- I'm doing all I can to keep her going, but it might take more than love alone to cure her of HANGOVER-ITIS.
Also, our stereo is dead. I didn't have an amplifier to sing through last night, so, like a fool, I plugged the microphone into our stereo receiver and FRIED it. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking... Since we have no money, it's gonna be AT LEAST a month before I can replace it. That's MR. Asshole to you, folks.
"You know that song SUNGLASSES AFTER DARK?" he said at one point. "That song makes me want to masturbate every time I hear it. We should totally cover that song."
Bastard! Did he know in advance that SUNGLASSES AFTER DARK was the impetus that drove us to form this band? Or is he just some kind of diabolical mind-reader? Either way, Ms. Malady and myself both seemed to sense that it was time for an initiation of sorts, so we forced him to sit down and endure a personal screening of THE SLAVES OF MARY JANE. He was suitably impressed, I think.
After practice, it was off to the Replay, where we proceeded to get blackout drunk (with a little help from some magic pills). We've paid dearly for our transgressions, however: After spending twelve hours with the blankets pulled over my head, I'm being forced to drag my trembling, booze-soaked ass down to the bar and work for seven hours. Ugh. And
secret_malady? Sick, perhaps dying-- I'm doing all I can to keep her going, but it might take more than love alone to cure her of HANGOVER-ITIS.Also, our stereo is dead. I didn't have an amplifier to sing through last night, so, like a fool, I plugged the microphone into our stereo receiver and FRIED it. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking... Since we have no money, it's gonna be AT LEAST a month before I can replace it. That's MR. Asshole to you, folks.
