I have not written much lately... sorry kids.. been hard at work on my new cd... wish I could share some with you... but the fucking idiots at XOOM shut me down... you may have noticed that the 'listen to my music' section is not working... well they shut me down, thinking I was violating copy rights... by distributing MP3s, and haveing Real-audio, The earased all my shit... fucking fools never thought to see if I OWN the fucking copy rights to the stuff I was distributing.... AAHHGGHH! Foolishness. Oh well, I guess you will all just have to buy my new cd when it comes out... sorry to have to make you spend money... didn't want to... but I have to... you know how it is folks. So in conclution, I am a musical genius with an ego problem, XOOM is run by half ape-half squid type creatures, I hate teenagers, and my son has magick inside of him, so he no longer needs to sleep with a stuffed animal. (Or thats what HE told me any how) oh yeah... some punk rocker down town wanted me to get him a baloon from a children's clothing shop.... I had to decline. Sorry brotha.. where ever you are...
Friday, 20 November 1998
Wednesday, 18 November 1998
As it seems I have lost my mind, and got my hair cut. Crys dragged me kicking and screaming in to a barber shop yesterday.... the result? Most of my head is shaved, with a big tuff of hair sticking out of the top. It looks a lot cooler than it sounds, don't worry kids. I still rule the universe. Lets get to the shocking part of the story shall we? Upon examinatin of my head, (parts of my head I have never seen) we discovered a strange scar. In the shape of a perfect V. I have never had an injury there, so I asked my mother if perhaps I had had one as a baby... allas, no injury ever happened. Interestingly this is the part of my head where I get constent pain and strange tingleing. This leads me to only one conclution... I have be abducted by aliens. I truely believe this. To see a picture of this crazy scar on my head clickhere. (yes, I stuck my head on the scanner.... yes, I am strange.)
Thursday, 12 November 1998
Saturday, 7 November 1998
Well, it's 3 in the morning, and I got kids tommorow, so I bid you farewell...
Thursday, 5 November 1998
Three days in a row I have been possesed to add to this section... don't worry, I will get bored with it soon, and move onto other more wonderful things... My bitch for the day: Hmmmmmm.... lemme see.. I'm not in the best mood. But I'm listening to blondie, so all will be well soon. Hearing about aliens eating cars is a good way of relaxing one's soul. It's like getting a fortune cookie, but not getting a fortune in it.. you know what I mean? It's like your destiny has been totaly ripped off from that moment on. I was reading about some band today, some chick-punk-goth band sort of deal... these girls were like 15 years old.. playing there own shit, I forget the name of the band right now, but that's not the point. The point is, I have been makeing music for fucking years, and where am I? I sure as hell ain't plastered accross the pages of spin magazine... why the hell do some people get all these fucking breaks, but a poor kid like me, who if given some good equiptment, could out rock just about anything that walked... I'm not 'just' being egotistical, it's the fucking truth. I got alot of fucking songs, and the raw energy needed to become the worlds foremost rock n' roll god. But let just see if it happens... ok, I do have extreme lazyness going against me... but I shouldn't have to go out and prove myself, people should be out there looking for me. Anything else exciting in the news today?? lets see.. oh BECK... look at this guy, he's a fucking goddamn genious. I fuckin' love him. This kid knows what I'm talking about. I'm sure he has worked a lot harder than me, but fuckit, I still rule too you know. That's todays bitch. Thank you very much.
Wednesday, 4 November 1998
I just wanted to say that I went out and finally got the "From here to eternity" Clash album... I want every one to go out and buy this right now. It has brightenend up my day considerably. It totaly kicks ass, I am almost tempted to say it is the best clash album ever... I suppose I can't though.. would a live album count? I don't know. I think the best die spinne album is "suicide", and that's live... so maybe it is.. oh well.. go buy it, you won't be disappointed. One more thing before I leave. I have worked in the magazine selling business for a few years and have made this observation... Old business men buy lots, and lots, and lots of porn. They are all married too.. I check for a ring. It wouldn't be as bad, but they always buy the Barely 18, or Baby face, or live young girls stuff... I bet these perverts have teenage daugters at home. It's fucking gross, it's scary. Like I want to hurt them. It's evil. Yet another reason to hate business men... if it's in a suit, don't trust it.