Friday, March 31, 2006

What a cukoo dream?!!!

So I made it through my first week of work at the engineering company. I think I managed to impress my boss at least twice. So far, so good. We work 7:30-5:30 Monday through Thursday and get half-days off on Friday. Today was my first Friday, and I have to say, it felt good leaving at noon.

Anyway, I came home and had lunch. Then I got sleepy and laid down for a minute. I had the craziest dream. It was one of those ones where you think you're awake, but you can't move. I could swear I felt someone grabbing my feet and pulling me off the bed. I was getting really freaked out because I could scan my eyes around the room, but I couldn't lift my head, and it felt like someone was there just heyond my peripheral vision. So I started straining as hard as I could trying to lift myself up and get out of bed, but I just couldn't move. Then all of the sudden my eyes pop open, and I'm really awake. Nobody's here. Nobody's dragged me off the bed. It was freaky though. Now I'm a little worried about going back to sleep.

By the way, my friend Paulie has started videotaping people at Acadia during open mic. I was his first guinea pig Wednesday evening, so the picture and sound quality on this video aren't too great, but at least you can kind of see what's going on.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Back in the Working World

I started my new job yesterday. Getting up at 5:30 a.m. and actually staying awake all day is TIRING. I promised myself I'd write a really great blog tonight, but I did elliptical trainer and watched VH1's Top Toy countdown instead. Sorry. You'll have to read this crappy blog, and pretend you're OK with it. Pretend that nothing's changed between us even though you know it has ... OH, don't give me that look. Don't say, "There's nothing wrong," when I know there is. Oh, is that so?!!! Well, you know what? I've had enough of you! How about that? Yeah, I'm glad there's not more here for you to read because I was ready for you to go anyway. So there. FINE. I'm going to bed.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

An exciting Tuesday

So I had a busy day. I had to get a bunch of paperwork faxed back to my new office and go take a drug test, but then I also ended up with two auditions this afternoon. One was for a travel agency commercial, and the other was for Unicom. Now the travel agency thing is a lame local gig, and only pays like $50 and a flight voucher. I'm 99% sure I got it, but not real concerned about it. However, the Unicom commercial is nationwide and stars Yao Ming. If I get that role I'll actually be playing basketball with Yao. It pays real nice too.

I should find out in the morning. I don't start my new writing job until Monday, but I may be acting everyday until then. Where was all this work last month?

I'm already gearing up for open mic tomorrow night. Jace is finally going to come jam with me again. I'm going to get Ben to film it, so I can put some video up on myspace. Hopefully we'll rock the house.

I was supposed to karaoke with the BFFF girls tonight, but Dena's sick. Poor girl. When I heard she wasn't going I decided I'd just stay home tonight. However, Ben, Jace and I still ended up going to Baker Street for a couple drinks. Some old lady started hitting on Jace. She told us she had a 28-year-old son (which is older than Jace) and a 4-year-old grandbaby. She assured us though that she was a "hot grandma." Then her husband came and took her away!

There was also a brunette with an incredibly hot body in there, but she had the worst lazy eye. I mean, it was majorly wonkey. I was torn as to whether or not I should go talk to her because she was seriosuly beautiful ... except for that eye. I finally decided not to. I think she would have thought it was weird that I always asked her to pretend to be a pirate and wear an eyepatch anytime we went to bed.

Arrrrrrgh matey. That's all for tonight.

Monday, March 20, 2006

MySpace Momentum!

So the popularity of my MySpace page has suddenly SKYROCKETED! I've had a page on there since October, and I averaged around 10 page views a day. Then on Thursday, I posted this picture:

Suddenly my page view counter started rolling over like a gas pump! All these messages and friend requests came rolling in from middle-aged women in far off states that say things like, "UR HOT!" or "U SUR R PURTY!" I'm now averaging 150 hits a day.

Then on top of that, I made two videos of me singing while I was just playing around with the new myspace video capabilities. Forty-four people have viewed my recording of "You're Beautiful" in the last day, and I've had several random women e-mail me to tell me I have a beautiful voice.

I don't know where all this attention came from, but hey, I'm going to soak it up while I can. Now I'm really wishing I had borrowed the money to record my new songs with Kareem and Bobby last month. It would be the perfect time to start promoting an EP or something, but I've got nothing to promote.

We'll see if I can finally draw some people to open mic night this week!

What a week?!!!

So I haven't posted in over a week. I apologize. However, I have been very busy promoting both my music and writing. Let's start on the writing front. After several interviews, I got offered a communication specialist position with a big engineering and construction company. It pays very well. I'm excited because for the first time in my life I'll finally be making more than a public school teacher!

On the music front, I played open mic Monday, Wednesday and Thursday as usual, but Friday I went to see my friend's band 4Play. During one of the breaks between sets, they suggested I play some songs with them next show. I'm totally stoked. I wish they'd let me open for them, but hey, I can do a few duets with Theresa.

Then, this weekend I drove up to Conroe to assist the Hayter brothers with a few more scenes for From the Rooftop: Episode 5. I guess you could say the code name for this episode would be "Dirty Adoption." It's pretty funny so far. We're shooting more next weekend.

Of course, the absolute highlight of my week was karaoke at Sherlocks Tuesday night with the girls. I'd met Betsy before, but this my first time to meet Dena, who is also hilarious. About halfway through the night we hatched a plan of sheer brilliance. We would sing a romantic duet. Then, during the instrumental break, I would drop to my knee and propose. Fighting back tears, Dena would say yes, and then WE'D SCORE FREE DRINKS ALL NIGHT!!!!!

It was a good plan. I mean, it was a freaking Swiss watch. However, our acting might not have been as believable as it could have been. Also, I think Dena was actually making out with some other guy before we went on stage, so that might have also created a little disbelief within the crowd. Then there were the over-the-top exclamations of joy like, "I love you, and I LOVE jaeger!!!" Sooooo, we didn't actually get any free drinks out of the deal, but the audience found it all quite entertaining. I'm sure we'll try it again this Tuesday.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Weekend wrap-up

Thursday was uneventful. Ben got home from Norway. I went and played open mic at Fountainhead. I did "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, and although my part came off great, the bass player with me had no clue. It was just random off-key notes all the way through. It was just absolutely horrible. However, we redeemed ourself on "Hey Hey What Can I Do." One old biker lady actually jumped up on a chair and was screaming when the song was over. I always appreciate that kind of enthusiasm from old biker ladies.

Friday night Ben and I went to see my friend Keith's band, The Convertibles. Keith's a very impressive drummer, so I had really high hopes for this group. It was bad. It's not that they couldn't play. The guitarist didn't have as much flair as some I've seen, but he was competent. The bass player was good too. The problem was the bass player's voice. He was a little guy with a high-pitched nasally voice. It was torture listening to him. He's one of those guys on American Idol that they show for comedy relief. Then at some point in their second set, he started forgetting all the words, so every song just turned into this incoherent nasally whine. It was so bad. I didn't have the heart to tell Keith how bad. The thing that amazes me is that they gig all the time. I can't get a show, but nasal-torture-singer can. I don't get it. I guess I'm just not marketing myself right.

Saturday was a paintball massacre out at Paintball Bonanza. These little kids were having a birthday party out there, so it was like five of us against all the little kids. We easily won the capture the flag scenarios. I mean, we all had college degrees on our side. They had one semester of third grade. Plus, they'd just tend to hide in the back and never come out. Then when you did shoot them, they still wouldn't come out. Ben and I were raiding down one side, and he shot these two kids hiding in a bunker. Then I went down the side and shot the same two kids not knowing that he had. After we were both out, we were sitting in the safe area discussing it. None of the kids that we shot ever showed up out of the game. I don't want to call them liars, but if the shoe fits.

Anyway, as we wrapped up paintball Saturday afternoon, Ben finally let me in on the fact that we actually had a church softball game that night also. Of course, I was wearing hiking boots and jeans. He brought clothes to change into. There were a lot of people though, so I just hung out and cheered.

Sunday we actually made it to church ... on time. Then we hit the beach volleyball courts at Third Coast Volleyball after lunch. We played 2-man, which is so tiring compared to the 6-man coed league I was playing in last year. We won 2 and lost 2. Not bad for the first time out since November. Unfortunately I landed on my shoulder wrong during a dive, and experienced an interesting new pain as it made a bunch of popping and tearing sounds. It wasn't bad enough to stop playing, but this evening it's starting to swell up, and I get a sharp pain if I try to raise my hand over my head. I'm thinking this may not be good, but we'll see how it feels tomorrow.

And that's all the news.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Val Kilmer sighting?

So I played at Big Daddy's Monday night. Except the people in that place really love country, so everytime I get up, they start yelling for country, so they can dance. Which it's cool to have people dancing while you play, but I'd rather play my own songs than country. Plus, I don't know that much country, so I was scraping the bottom of the barrel to keep them happy. Anyway, the weird part was that after I played this girl came running up yelling "Val Kilmer, Val Kilmer!" I said, what? And she told me that she and her friends decided I looked like Val Kilmer. I didn't even play any Doors tunes. Go figure. So, that was flattering I guess. I like Val Kilmer. I don't think I actually look much like him at all, but hey, I'll take it.

I had a meeting downtown yesterday. I'm no good with downtown. I don't know my way around at all. Plus everyone meanders back and forth on those one-way streets. I hate driving downtown. Anyway, my meeting was at 1:00 at this building on Clay. So I follow the directions and park where I thought I was supposed to be. However, I'm finding no building. There are only parking garages. I call the guy ... tell him I'm lost. He's like, oh, just walk down a little, it's right by the Hyatt. I start walking. About the time I hit Minute Maid park I realized I'd gone the wrong direction. So I hike the 15 blocks back the other way. Then I get into this guy's building. He's on the 38th floor. I finally find the elevator bank. They only have buttons for 1 - 5. I have to call this guy again to find out how to get to the right elevators. I ended up 30 minutes late. It sucked. Plus I was all sweaty from hiking around downtown in a business suit. I probably smelled like a classroom full of first-graders after recess.

Of course, that wasn't the biggest folly to occur. I got a call from Jace last night. He lost his car keys. At his bar. At 3 a.m. I dutifully climbed out of bed and picked him up. We had a nice moonlight drive home. Looks like I may be doing the same tonight. If the key doesn't turn up then he's going to have to have the car towed to the dealership, re-keyed and re-programmed. Big fun.

I'm headed to open mic at Acadia tonight. I'm going to see if I can make it through the evening without smoking. Last night I ran out of cigarettes while I was out, and this guy game me a pack of Reds. I smoked two, and my lungs hurt so bad I thought I had already contracted emphysema. I've been running twice today trying to flush the evil out of my chest.

Perhaps something really exciting will happen, so I'll have something better to blog about tomorrow.

Sunday, March 05, 2006


I played open mic Wednesday and Thursday. I like it when I play early because the crowd pays so much more attention than when I play late. After about 12:30, nobody even claps any more. They're all too consumed with what they're doing at their individual tables and being drunk. Jace came with me Thursday. I played and then we stayed for about two more bands. Then he was like, "Dude, I've got to go. My ears are bleeding." I was like, come on, these guys don't sound THAT bad. But he was like, "No, literally, my ears are bleeding, look. Some guy ripped them up during jujitsu practice tonight." It was kind of gross. Hopefully he's not going to get those big cauliflower ears.

I've almost finished writing a new song called "Pretty girls don't stay lonely long." Kind of a long title, I guess. Ninety-percent of the writing is finished, but I'm having trouble coming up with a good guitar part and melody. So many of my songs use the same chords, but in a different progression. I was hoping to do something all new and different this time. I guess I'm just having kind of a block. I'm going to work on it some more this afternoon. Maybe I can have something together to play at Big Daddy's tomorrow night.

I think the Oscars are on soon. I'll probably watch some of that even though I don't think I saw many of the movies nominated. Honestly, I think I can count the times I went to the theater in 2005 on one hand. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Island, Walk the Line, and King Kong are the only movies I remember seeing. I think Walk the Line was the only one I actually wanted to see. The rest were just times when I got drug along.

I bartended a wedding shower for some friends last night. I owed them for all the times I borrowed their truck. It was cool though because everyone drank Crown and Coke all night, so they sent all the leftover beer home with me. We're stocked until August.

Maybe this week will be a little more exciting than last.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

An early start on hump day

I'm up freaking early today. I had to pick my roommate up from the airport at 5:20 a.m. He just got back from Brazil. Apparently he had a really great trip -- so great in fact that they lost track of what day it was and almost missed their flight last night. If the hotel hadn't called them and said they needed to pay for the extra day if they were staying, they'd still be in Brazil right now.

So Jace is back from Brazil, and Ben is off to Norway. I live in a household of international travelers.

My weekend was kind of lame. I went and say my friend's band 4Play Friday at Acadia and then again Saturday at Big Daddy's. I'll admit it. They're not that great, but their lead singer Theresa is soooo hot. She's engaged though. I thought that was a bit presumptious on her part since she didn't even wait to meet me before getting engaged. She just did it and met me after the fact. Maybe I'll catch her after the first divorce in three or four years.

I got back on my workout schedule and started this new diet that pretty much only lets me eat fresh fruit, yogurt, salad and chicken. Supposedly it's really good for your digestive tract, clears your skin, and will reduce your body mass index fast. With all that fruit I'm feeling pretty energized, but yesterday I ended up grabbing lunch at KFC instead of making the lunch I was supposed to make. I figured, it's all chicken, right? I don't know how long I can stay on this stuff. I really miss hotdogs,hamburgers,and fried stuff.

I played open mic at Big Daddy's Monday night. It's a tough crowd there. They're old, redneck, and pretty much there to get drunk and play pool. Very few people were listening to the bands. However, since my original stuff kind of has that southern rock/Texas country flair, it went over a lot better than some of the other stuff people were playing. There was one drunk cowboy who had apparently arrived around 4 p.m. and was still there drinking when we started at 10:00. He got up and tried to play some George Strait. It was so bad I thought he was going to clear the entire bar before anyone else got a chance to play ... soooo bad.

I'm playing again tonight at Acadia. Hopefully I can get Jace to come jam with me. I've also got to go pay the mortgage. Big fun.