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The completed version

The Slap Happy Version

I think I’m getting old and I’ll tell you why! When I was younger all I wanted to hear and play was Grunge/Hard CockRock music. The kind where all you want to do is bang your head and slit your wrists. I was the king of that shit. I felt sorry for myself and I hated everything that wasn’t Grunge. I’d turn my stereo up loud, pop in a Nirvana CD, put the volume on my guitar amp to 8 and play with them as if I were in the band. I’d watch myself in my mirror and make sure I was making all the correct Kurt Cobain esque moves. Trust me I was rockin and no was stoppin me!

Fast forward 12 years later and I still hate everything and everyone, but I’ve softened up on the music front. I get more enjoyment out of hearing and playing softer music. A sweet sappy lyric or pretty little riff gets me turned on these days. I’ll munch on a Sun Kil Moon record and let my baby greens well up until they’re flowing like a night at the Bunny Ranch.

I’ve turned from a Hard Cockin kind of dude to a Soft Lovin’ Romancin in the pants’n kind of puss! What’s happened to me? I’m thinking father time took his big strong hands and stole my balls and replaced them with a vagina.

gregg

I’m in band and who isn’t at my age? OK a lot of people aren’t in a band still at 28 years old. Most of them gave up on that dream of becoming a rawk star when they finished high school. I’m different I still have aspirations of becoming a rawk star even though as I get older I see how difficult it is to actually make a living off that kind of life. Playing shitty bars where the only 3 people watching are your girlfriend, the bartender and some random drunk guy who’s always sitting at the bar.

Don’t get me wrong it’s not all shit. Being in a band has its perks and bonuses. We just played a show at the Casbah
which really is San Diego’s premiere indie rock club. The place was pretty full and they were living off every word I sang at them. For 45 minutes you feel like a God and who doesn’t want to feel like Jesus without the responsibility of wondering if someone should live or die. Thats what playing a show with a lot of people watching you feels like.

This leads me into award shows for bands. San Diego has its own award show for local bands called the San Diego Music Awards. Award shows are lame, first off because my bands never been nominated for anything (j/k) and second of all they are just someone else’s opinion. Opinions are shit. Dog pooh is shit. The management of my current apartment is shit. Working is not shit, it just sucks to work.

OK sorry for that commercial from our sponsor “shit” now back to my rant on award shows. It’s funny to hear people that have been nominated for an SDMA to say that they hope they win. When they say this I’m thinking to myself “win what? Win a lame trophy? Trophy’s are gay! Trophy’s are for little leaguers!” I guess it looks good on your bands resume to say that you won a SDMA but then it just feels like you’re going to Human Resources for a job interview. The only award I’d display proudly on my mantle if I had a mantle would be a mug that said “World’s Greatest Man”. I’d drink water from that little bitch every single day!

gregg