Sunday, February 01, 2004

now kick ass! When I was about 20 or 21 I really wanted to be a great bass player rock star like Roger Waters or Geddy Lee.  I bought a pretty nice bass and amp and played it all the time, and when I got high I thought I was the greatest musician in the world.  I tried to form a band with this drummer dude and we practiced  for a while over at his apartment in downtown St. Pete.  I just kind of played whatever on the bass and the drummer played whatever on the drums.  It was kind of hard to tell whether it went good together.  But we would just play and play until we got tired. Sometimes there was this old man that would hang out over at the practice space.  I had no idea who he was.  I figured he must have been a friend of the drummer's.  He seemed to think we were a really great band (even though we never had a guitar player) and he apparently wanted to coach us and give us his worldly wisdom about how to make it as rock stars. I remember I would be playing whatever on the bass and this old man would be standing right in front of me, staring at me play. "Okay," he would say.  "When I tell you to, I just want you to kick ass.  I mean really kick some ass." Then a few seconds later the old man would say, "alright, now KICK ASS!  COME ON, KICK SOME ASS!!" I would try to play harder or funkier or whatever, but it was difficult to tell if I was ever kicking ass like the old man wanted. Before long I quit practicing with the drummer dude.  I got a better paying job and I moved across town and I kind of forgot about music for a while. Then one day I got this message on my answering machine.  It was the drummer dude. "Hey Mark this is Drummer Dude!  I'm forming an all new project.  Its going to be a punk rock, heavy metal, christian, country, hip-hop super band.  I mean its going to be awesome.  I want you to come over jam with us." There was this slight pause at the end of the message, and in the slight pause I could somehow tell that the drummer dude knew that his new band idea was pretty stupid and that his message sounded pretty stupid. I pressed the delete message button. 6:56:31 PM    comment []

boobs When I was  a kid I used to be really fascinated by the cover to the book Jaws. I would stare at it and marvel at how the huge shark was just about to eat the woman that was swimming in the water. But I would marvel even more at how, if you looked pretty closely through the bubbles and the splashes in the picture, you could kind of see the woman's boobs. 6:27:40 PM    comment []

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