happy happy day

i am now engaged in the very difficult task of deciding the track listing for our album. 11 songs is a lot, and it leads to an incredible amount of combinations. some sound better than others, but most of them sound very similar. how do you decide?

in a bizarre change, all of my fellow bloggers have abadonned me. it's usually the other way around.

time for a story . . . a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away me and beck were walking down state street and some street corner preacher was yelling at people. i was smoking (a nasty habit i have) and he yells at us, "hey you two! you'll never get into heaven smoking cigarettes!!" which reminded me of that bible story (sorry beck and all other non-christian people) where jesus turned water in to wine. doesn't that suggest jesus liked to take a swig of fermented grape juice every so often? so why do hardcore christians frown on drinking (and by extension smoking) so much? if the big guy did it, can't i?

speaking of street preachers, we used to have this preacher who would preach on the quad down at the U of I. preaching may be too nice a word. he would basically yell at anyone who went by about how and why they were going to hell. he had this one great story he always told about this sinful girl who would go down to the supermarket and buy the biggest cucumber she could find. i'll let you fill in the rest of the details yourself. that seems an awful lot like preacher porn to me.

i met nash kato, formerly of urge overkill, the other night. he was setting up to do some midnight mixing after my band left the studio. he is one odd dude. very nice, but also very odd. he has a hard time getting out what he wants to say, but he tried real hard to make conversation. hard to believe his voice was once featured in pulp fiction.

i've been babbling too much, but i just don't feel like working. i guess i better before i get laid off. talk to you all soon. wings tonight at fizz if anyone wants to fly in.