rock We had about sixty people today. A monday and it's pouring rain.
Everyone is fucking thrilled about this show.

at some point, they'll put up the posters like they should have a week
ago... ah well..

the show was a bit off. it was hard to hear with the rain on the tin
roof. i think we've changed the script too much... provenz' is making
more changes right now.

we'll get to stuff and stumble over it and then get angry at ourselves
for stumbling over it. it shouldn't be this difficult. we've done this
before and i think the script is in a great place.

there is too much second guessing. we've added stuff that is not
authentic and i don't like that. it's "jokey" and base and it bums me
out.

i don't want to change the script anymore.

peoples love the show. we hang out outside afterwards and they really
fucking enjoy it. go figure.

dad is here and is having a blast. he has more energy than me and is
far more outgoing. amazing.

i am tired of walking. it is now boring. i would like to drive,
please. i can't believe i'm saying that. my feet hurt. okay?

i did six spots for hyundai today. that pays for the plane tickets.

we've changed the script too much.

i'm having a blast with the pc cowboys. i'm wearing the nigerian hat
tonight. that should kill pretty well. they introduce me as ibrahim
abacha from nigeria. they let me play with them because i'm going to
give them 10% of 30 million dollars. it's pretty funny. i do two bass
solos. one is just doing a bullshit hammer for 12 bars. the other is
playing the root notes the entire time.

fun.

i will sit and suddenly sleep grabs me and says "okay. let's fucking
go, fucker."

i want to be able to relax a bit and printing a new script each
morning. burning disks and loading them on to the machine bums me out.

this will be the final change.
  ¶ 1:21 PM