Two Month Anniversary Lay-Off Extraordinaire

It's been two months to the day that I last prepared and posted a blog type blog like thingy ding word page. So, I figured, while I finally have everybody's attention - I'll say slash key some sayings of infinite slash keyboarded non-sensical wisdom. (aka 'nothings') Proceed. Since we last connected via wires and monitors and quirky nothings and such, I've done slash been into and out of a few things. Firstly - grunge. Back into it. Not because I just finished reading a second biography on Kurdt, Chris, Krist, Chad, Dave, Kurtney and many other lumberjack junkie musicians - but because I went on youtube and could actually watch a lot of what drunk ass but clever Brit music journalist Everett True claimed to have seen, done and heard firsthand. (And let me say firsthand, that he seems to be on the level - that is in comparison to other fabricated life story long shot guesses and random fill in the blanks - I mean 'biographies.'He was there. He was mostly drunk, beligerent, and drunk - but he was there. Besides being there, I wish I were more into it, that being grunge rock, when it was hip to be into it, that being grunge rock (circa 1989-1993), but I was a bit too young and naive and stupid and young, and going to an inner city like Catholic school in a small southern town by a lake, surrounded by glass and sand, mostly candy produce, migrant workers, and a predominantly immigrant population that liked to eat fish, kibbah and pasta, fight, lie, and dance together (meaning with other people only of the same ethnicity) at festivals on the outskirts of town - did not help much. Needless to say I was very far from (literally and in miles or on a map) Seattle or Olympia or Aberdeen or Southern Cali or wherever the grungy shit first hit the mainstream fan caked with a brainwashed and ignorant MTV generation that which was built on man handling, control and brass stained crud. It's all about a punk rock attitude, achingly somber yet catchy melodies, destruction/noise sequences, soft to hard dynamics and Fender Jag-Stangs. Huh? Anyways, besides Tad, Grrrl Riot, red necks, Scream, Steve Albini, Jack Endino, a commercially accessible 80's big rock production, fanzines, foxcore, Frasier Crane, Frances Farmer, The Gap's Grunge clothing line, Mudhoney, and drug addictions...I also swam (mostly just laid on my back like a lazy manatee) in the lake, ate some surprisingly fresh and tasty Wheatley white fish fillets, cut the sleeves off all of my t-shirts, watched and was weirdly pleasantly disturbed by a few Norwegian Black Metal Documentaries on Youtube, caught a super-sick-trashed-throat-throwing-up-non-stop-diarrhea-thing, went to school, started drinking Arizona Iced Tea products, rode my bike about 200 kilometres (give or take 10 to 30 kilometres) around Windsor and it's surrounding areas, got into Wii (specifically the tennis, baseball and bowling games, but more specifically the tennis games), worked zero payable or taxable hours, am still into '09, finally got the Honda back in action, played a decent show with the band on a large stage at a medium sized party on the lake in the county, drove an hour to buy a nine dollar air pump, sang and tapped along to Huey Lewis and the News, got 4 hours sleep on a couch in Chatham, and am in the process of recording a semi full length seven song album - also with the band. (aka Threat Level Midnight, or TLM, or the band). So, I'm back. Maybe. For now. We'll see what happens.