Tales of the Treadmill
Tales of the Treadmill
Sandhills
Monday, July 7, 2008
Oh Damn! Have I really not been here in a month? Jesus. What the hell can you do? Okay, what’s new. First of all, people are actually contributing to the cause- and we are so psyched. Just from how it’s gone so far, we can tell that this will work and that we’ll have enough cash to make a decent record. How decent is up in the air, but at least we’ll put something out. Awesome. How cool are our peeps? Way. Way cool.
What’s freaking me out though, is that the peeps I thought for sure would get involved right away are staying away in droves. You just never know I guess. Maybe they’ve wired their Swiss accounts and are just waiting for the tens of thousands to clear. Yes, I’m sure that’s it. Anyway, we’re going to have to have a cool party or do something nice for the people who have gotten involved.
We’ve been plodding along. There’s a new new song (those are Tony’s favorite). And a new new new song that’s just about to come out. It wants to. I promise I’ll update on the songwriting, I’ve just been slammed with non-treadmill crap. Mostly editing. And it’s bringing me down. I don’t appreciate my free time being apprehended by work. But I found out recently that food is not free. This was a shocking revelation.
The last few rehearsals have been pretty great. A couple of weeks ago, we had Sat/Sun practices scheduled. We did it up Saturday, drank a bunch of beer during, and then Tony and I went out. Heidi wouldn’t go because she got in trouble last time. Mike had something else to do. So we went to a cool bar on Rosewood. Now, I just want to say that I absolutely drank way more than tony. There’s no denying it. And we didn’t leave til the bar closed, which I guess was two. So that’s not so bad. All of us but tony show up at the practice studio on sunday at noon, and there’s no tony. he calls groaning that he’s trying to get out of bed. blah blah. pussy. and the worst part is that now i’m in even more trouble with his wife. Everytime we go out we stay out way to late and she gets pissed... and I get all the blame. This always happens, where I’m the bad influence. I’m not sure how I got this reputation, but I plan on doing nothing about it. If I’m destined to play the devil on the shoulder, then I’ll do my best. Anyway, Heidi, Mike and I practices without him which turned out to be a great and productive thing. We worked a bunch of shit out that we couldn’t even hear with Animal pounding away. So it turned out well. It got me really wanting to do an acoustic show again. I think we may do one up here in Asheville, super low pro- like, in my wife’s Pilates studio or something. That would be so weird that it would be cool. We just might do it. It would serve the bastard right to have to drive up here for once.
Heidi and I did an interview at SCETV before rehearsal one day with Rick who’s doing some sort of documentary on the Columbia scene in the late 90’s. And there actually was a scene. It was interesting answering his questions and forcing myself to remember that time period. I’m glad he caught me before dementia takes it all away. It was interesting listening to Heidi’s interview too. She talked about sort of how she felt when we got signed and why she bailed on us. I guess I knew, but it was cool to hear her talking about it in hindsight. She still fucked us in 1997 though, don’t get me wrong.
This last weekend we practiced again. I want to tilt some back with Mitlone. Tweaked some of the new songs on Sunday. We all think it’s sounding damn good. We’ll see on Friday. I’m looking forward to being on stage again, but the heat is going to be brutal. I think I’m in the perfect heart attack age range. Too bad you don’t know in advance that you’re going to keel over- cause if I could advertise dying on stage, I’m sure we could draw a good crowd. Everyone likes a public death. Hopefully this isn’t some kind of foreshadowing that the news will pick up on Saturday morning. “Ancient Singer’s Prophecy of Own Death Come True”. That would probably be on page 42 of the State Paper. Maybe I’ll send this to Otis so he can save some space.
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