Apparently more was going on in 1776 than wars and fireworks…
Yo.
So, I’m not really on tour yet, I’m just all the way across the country with half of my band. I know I probably made myself sound real awesome by pulling that “I’m on tour” bullshit….but….I’m still awesome.
Anyway, I’m sitting in Uniontown, PA – which was established on July 4, 1776 – hating my cell phone provider, SunCom Wireless. I don’t know if you know, but I carry a hiptop, which is nothing more than a sidekick…and for me, to have data services outside of my service area costs way too much. If you wanna donate some bread to a nigga so that he can have the services, I won’t be upset.
Speaking of cell phones, I really hate people with really lame ones. The requirements of a cell phone worth using are two things:
1. QWERTY
2. Internet
I don’t get a fuck if I never talk to you on the internet of even if you have the service disabled. You just better be capable of using it or else….you need a new phone and I’ll trash you for it 24/7. Now if you have one of those sony-ericsson phones that play music or whatever, I’ll let you slide…but anything else and you suck ass.
You guys know how I hyped the fuck out of Sky Eats Airplane up to this point? I’m done doing that. I copped the new CD the day after it came out and needless to say, it wasn’t worth it. After the huge amount of hype SEA has built up over the years…their self-titled debut album was a bust to me. How you gonna go from the most inspirational two piece band to another hardcore band who besides having computer generated electronics, has a keyboard player. I’m gonna need someone to talk to me about that. They did have one song I was really into called “Numbers”. It’s on their myspace…here’s a link:
www.myspace.com/skyeatsairplane
Starting this Friday, I’ll be in upper New York…homeless. If you or anyone you know lives there and wouldn’t mind me crashing at your place, hit me up. I’m already thoroughly depressed about the gas prices that are going to be poppin off up there. I bet I’m super slow on this concept, but lately I’ve been noticing that gas stations have been wielding these super cheap pumps that have ethanol or some bullshit in them. Sickness. Pure sickness. Nothin better than saving money.
Tell me why the other day someone told me that I DO give a fuck about things, after only knowing me for a few short hours. He associated this hypothesis with the idea that I’m a nice guy. Though nice, that doesn’t mean I have to give a fuck about things or about you. I told him that…he stood his ground. Great job.
Speaking of giving fucks, EVA doesn’t give a fuck about you.
myspace.com/evah8
Also, Sierra Emerge…I’m comin for ya.
I was supposed to write about a lot more shit, but I don’t remember what any of it was.
Maybe next time I can talk about being on tour or me being further North in the world than I’ve ever been.
myspace.com/iheartdarlingwaste
OR
myspace.com/blackdave
if you wanna see where I am right now.