Shit man, Thursday.

Willie Graves of The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower died a few days ago.
Read here.

Sad shit if you ask me, One Good Stab Deserves Another goes out to you and your fine bass playing, sir.

Joe Champion made me go back to this blog, maybe I'll keep it up now.

Oh, making Nostalgia Station in my basement tonight over a few Shiners and bowls, I'll let you know the outcome.

In my next house...

I might have musical equipment in the basement or somewhere else, but I will make a general rule that you can't play them unless you fucking live here, or you are the respected player (i.e. guitar, bass, drums) of said instrument in one of my roommates bands.

I shouldn't have to beg for silence every day, I also shouldn't have to listen to people "learn" to play an instrument unless they are paying for it. Sounds petty, but if you had to listen to this you'd kick a dog in the ass too. Good day.