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