Wednesday, July 06, 2005

"I've noticed you've been parking here alot"


v1
Originally uploaded by johnny crash.
"I was just wondering. why do you park here all the time?"

I work right there.

"oh. you work here? ohhhhh....(look of wide-eyed discovery) I own this building. I have tenants living here. yesterday I had my children here. I've had a myriad of experiences here...."

(I'm smiling through my rolled down passenger window. her blond bob is nervously shifting in a light breeze)

"umm. I'm glad to hear you work here. this has nothing personal to do with you or your van....sorry if this feels really weird to you."

(still smiling)
"no worries."

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I should mention- I do have a parking sticker for the lot I use. must be all the hookers and pimps on the block that make this landlord nervous. but seriously- I gotta ask: what pimp would be caught rolling in a rig like this?

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I'm not very good at multitasking


photo by ben
Originally uploaded by johnny crash.
save the gender stereotypes- chef boy r dee is a guy and he's got plenty of things to do at once. although alot people think he's the exception- or maybe a husky female with a bad mustache.

I've been in the basement lately- neglecting my blog and my favorite darlings on the internet. sorry I havn't been by your blog lately. you know who you are. (here's a hint- your name is right over there).

recording really isn't very glamorous. not when you're a DIY musicican, at least. there's lot's of time looking at a screen and clicking. it's like having an office job with good coffee and lonely cats. ok. it's not really like working in an office at all. but I do spend moments savoring the anicipation of going somewhere and getting something to eat. or doing something. anything.

we've also spent alot of time getting the promo material and such together for our debut. and we've been doing some internet hustling: myspace is a black hole. a lovely piece of star-sucking space.

so here's to doing something. I'll be writing more soon.

muchlove to you. you know who you are...

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