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Tour of Duty

So I thought it would be exciting to give everyone a picture tour of what I've been up to the last couple months. Too bad no one took that many pictures.

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The Belmont Heard Round the World

So I'm pretty sure no one heard of Belmont ten years ago (the cool people anyways, and they're the people that matter, right?). Then we had Miss Teen or something like that win. Then the NCAA. Then Melinda Doolittle. That was all fine, but recently in my rather horrific splurges into TV land I have seen even more press. Namely, TRUE LIFE: a show on MTV and a reality TV show, NASHVILLE, on some network channel. The last thing at the beginning of this year I would have thought to happen to Belmont was to make it on to actual pop culture channels. It's only slightly weird because one of these girls lives in the same apartment complex as me and the other I had Music Theory I with. Oh well, they're famous and I'm not, so I'm not complaining.

Kung Fu Train Blues

When you think the blues, you think about Stevie Ray Vaughan, Buddy Guy, Muddy Waters, or Robert Johnson. Visions of delta flats, Chicago, and that episode of Metalocalypse when the band goes to the South to learn about the blues come to mind. But no one can forget the most important of bluesmen. Of course I'm talking about Steven Seagal. Steven Seagal's lastest blues album Mojo Priest (you can buy the album here) contains such hits as "Love Doctor," "Alligator Ass," "She Dat Pretty," and "Talk to My Ass." I'm not even making this up. Let's be fair, Scarlett Johansson is doing a Tom Waits cover album (heck, for something that ecclectic it might actually be good). Well we're about to hit the two week timer on school. That's depressing.



Yeah...I don't remember his movies being good enough to warrant a musical career.

Lube

I'm sure you're all reading this because of the title of this entry. For some reason while awaiting my $1 frozen pizza is dying in the oven I had a view of "I Love the '00s." (try and say THAT out loud). Actually the thing I was thinking of occured in the 90s but I still want to see how many people try and say '00s. Remember the Jiffy Lube wise guy? That guy was awesome. Back with radio was king (<== Sandi Thom reference) I know some of our readers were too young for him, but that's ok, I'll allow it.

Murder at 2001

So this morning around 3 I come home to half the people in my house up, which usually isn't the case. A quick check up with one of my housemates and this is what went down. So two people were involved, one being the other housemate. What they ended up doing was putting flour in pantyhose and putting the pantyhose on their heads and swinging them around trying to tag each other with flour in the ends. Somehow they ended up smashing heads and they ended up going to the emergency room and Julianne ended up getting stitches above her eye. Never a dull moment down on 2001.

Scare Tactics

Folks, I've been in some scary places. Downtown Nashville at night. Franconia at night (the parts of DC where you die, for those not familiar with District of Columbia topography), and now somewhere out in Columbia, Tennessee. We pull up to the place we're playing, litterally surrounded by cow farms (oh, and our competition for the crowd was a dirt track race and a rodeo). This place looks like a tin roofed ranch house. We walk in and there's rebel flags on the walls, pictures of naked ladies hanging in the bathroom, and cafeteria styled seating with folding chairs. If anyone has ever seen the movie Roadhouse, this place made that bar look classy. At least you could bring your own liquour. I didn't have a camera so I didn't shoot a picture, but I wish for everyone's sake that you never go to wherever the heck I was.

Living Among the Stars

I have decided to become an internet star. Sadly I've been sitting in my room watching VH1's top 20 internet stars and all of them, though I'm sure 80% I've probably seen via YouTube or some sort of media medium. Pretty much all of them have some sort of celebrity status and more importantly a couple are really, really rich. That and they played a lot of Jamiraquai during the episode. Cool. Update, Lonelygirl15 was #3 (never actually knew what that was until now) Star Wars Kid was #2. I'm cringing to think of what could have possibly topped him. What's continually ironic is I'm putting this down in a blog while pretending to pretentiously mock it. And #1 is.....Numa kid. Who remembers that? I don't. That was before the internet. And Futurama.

The Fireworks Failed to Impress

So happy July to everyone in cyberspace, just in case you didn't notice it was July or something. England was so foolish. All of this could've been theirs, but their traded it for weak tea and taxes. So no America for them. Now their just filled with regret over missed relationships. Or something. The weird thing about being a musician is things come in waves. A couple weeks ago I was about to die from everything I had to play for. This week I had only one gig, so I'm trying to stay productive. So I've been shopping for groceries at discount prices, cleaning, making potato carvings of Saint Jabanezer. Oh well, it's time to make spaghetti.

The Dribble

Sometimes I feel like the pop references I insinuate complete goes over (or under) the heads of the people around me and really, without the aid of the internet, usually leads to awkward silence as levels and levels of explanation insue. 10 points for where the title of this blog entry points to (hint, it's a movie).

I swear I had something interesting to say but I'm too hungry to say it. Instead listen to this.

Sandra McCracken: No More Tears

The Life of a Rockstar: Postlude

So I have just enough caffeine in my system to go into detail of the events of the last week (or something like that, the days run together) before I go take a 1,000 hour nap. So after Cadaliac Ranch (still have no idea how to spell that) we got done playing around 2:00 at which time I discovered my car had gotten towed. Two hours and $105 later I had my car and went home (which took another half an hour). Sadly I had to be up around 8:00 to get my gear that I had to load onto another bandmate's car because mine had be carnapped. After getting my gear and recording for 8 hours I went to a friend's house to rehearse for another studio thing we'd be doing the next day (not only was she helping me out by singing for this project but she made me an incredible dinner. She's awesome). Anyways, done with that around 10:30 after finishing up some other work I had to do for a couple other things I had going on I ended up in bed around 2:00. Up at 8:30 again to record, then thankfully I had a 6 hour break. From 6-8 I recorded with forementioned girl for forementioned project, left there to immediately get to a gig and played from 8:30-12. Got out of there at 2:00 and after the long drive back got to bed at 2:30. Up at 5:30 to get to a church out in Hendersonville (35 min drive, for those not in the greater Nashville area) and played until 1. And drove back. And I'm going to die.

Oh and the chorus to a song of Paisley's new album 5th gear called "Online" goes like this:

Cause online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good
I drive a Mazerati I'm a black belt in karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls that I'm mysterious
I tell them I don't want nothing serious
Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
chat with two women at one time.
I'm so much cooler online.

That's why Paisley is awesome. And it's so true. That's why it's funny.

The Life of a Rockstar: Interlude

Holy crap it's 2:20 in the morning and I have to be up in 3 hours. The last 3 days I've had a combined total (assuming I get 3 hours tonight of sleep) of 12 hours of sleep.

The Life of a Rock Star

So tonight I'm playing down at the Cadaliac Ranch which will be from about 8-2 after getting things loading in and back home. At 9:30 I have to be at a recording session for an EP which will run until 6. From there I have a rehearsal from 8-10. Then recording again from 9-6, another recording session from 6-9, and then another gig at the Bunganut Pig from 9-1. Then up at 5 to get to a rehearsal at a church at 6:30, playing from then until 12. So if I sound tired, that's why.

Just For the Fans

So there has been a public outcry for me to devulge the inner workings of my life again onto cyberspace. One day this will probably come back to haunt me when a boss or a future father-in-law stumbles upon it and promptly fires/kills me. But it's for the fan(s).

The last two weeks since I've been back in Nashville have been rather action packed. I've unfortunately not been able to do much else than practice music and play said music with other musicians...and watch Robot Chicken and Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law (R.I.P.) One of these days I'll come to my senses and get a job that pays money.

On a side note, Brad Paisley is the man. Seriously. Never mind he's kinda really country, his new single: Tick, off his album 5th Gear just goes to show that John Mayer really has nothing on Paisley when it comes to guitar playing. Or singing. The other night I caught Paisley playing a live show in GAC (hopefully soon to DVD) and he has to be one of the best guitarists I've heard in Pop currently. Not only that, he writes rather humorously relatable material. And he doesn't take himself seriously at all (as opposed to Mayer who likes to think of himself as a deity. 300 showed us just how men like that end up. That's right, a scratch on the cheek and a ripped out earring. At least King Leo tried) Anyways, Paisley is still and will remain the man.

Unfortunately all this playing has been sucking up all my free time, so I'm hoping that after this weekend (which consists of playing from 9a-9p Saturday, getting up at 5 on Sunday and playing until 12:30) I'll actually get out and do something fun with someone. At least one can dream.

I'm thinking about bringing back the music we all know and love. Sorry for all the broken links and broken hearts. You gotta be up on it to get a glimpse into the mind of a crazed Cossack named me (I want a hat now).

Brad Paisley: Me Neither