Chicken Tikka

Wow. It's been three months since my last post. I guess that's what happens when you get a job where you actually have to work. For those of you who don't know and who do care I got a new jobby job. I now report to work everyday in a suit and tie. My commute takes half the time and my paycheck is twice the amount it used to be.

I'm doing network administration for an application development company. At least 90% of the people I work with are east Indian. I never thought I would say this, but Indians are the coolest people. They are laid back, they have a good sense of humour, they're damn smart, and they don't speak Hindi around me.

The end of the year is fast approaching and I am starting to reflect on it. Work has been very time consuming. For me, last year was about much music and many friends. This year seems to be more work and career oriented. When things calm down I hope to be playing music again. Until that happens I will be enjoying life as a "sellout" in corporate America.

defcon update

I'm writing this on my last night at Defcon 11. For those of you who don't know I drove here with Bean who has been really cool the during the entire trip. Sometimes (even close friends) can crack during extended trips to Vegas.

It's nice to get back to the basics and rough it a little bit. I have access only to the bare necessities; laptop, wireless internet connection, pizza, and beer. Anyway, the guy-to-girl ratio here is 200:1 so Ashley can sleep comfortably. Yet more proof that women usually fall for the stupid a-holes. What I mean to say is that there are 5000 really fucking intelligent guys here with relatively high-paying jobs who are single and couldn't get a date to save their life. To me that definitely says something about women. They are just like men, except they don't want to admit it.

Anyway, it's been a cool trip and I look forward to coming back.

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

For the first time in a long time I'm not going to say anything negative. I have a kickass roommate (Phil) who keeps the place clean and BBQ's some mean ribs. I've been writing some cool (I think) music and I plan on writing more. I'm also beginning to work on my home studio so I can develop my songwriting skills. Now more than ever I appreciate my friends and family. Work is good and tomorrow night I leave for Vegas to spend the weekend hanging out at Defcon and discussing things that would put most people in a coma.

"I'm gonna have fun and you're gonna have fun. We're all gonna have so much fucking fun we'll need plastic surgery to remove our god damn smiles. You'll be whistling Zippity-Doo-Dah out of your assholes!" -- Clark Griswold

this pretty much sums it up...

Bill: Ted, while I agree that in time our band will be most triumphant, the truth is Wyld Stallyns will never be a super band until we have Eddie Van Halen on guitar.

Ted: Yes Bill, but I do not believe we will get Eddie Van Halen until we have a triumphant video.

Bill: Ted, it's pointless to have a triumphant video before we even have decent instruments.

Ted: Well how can we have decent instruments when we really don't even know how to play.

Bill: That is why we need Eddie Van Halen.

Ted: And that is why we need a triumphant video.

(Pause)

Both: Excellent. (Air Guitar.) [angelfire.com]





Related: Bill & Ted's Excellent Cereal, Reviewed...

25 Days Later...

So, it's almost been a month since I had my little blog-breakdown. Some people are curious as to what has happened and what I have been up to.



After the whole C9 flame-war I was supposed to meet up with the guys in the band for practice. However, I never showed up. In fact I turned my cellphone off and watched a downloaded copy of X-Men 2. It was a shitty thing to do, but I couldn't deal with it. If I went it would be closure. I didn't want to give them closure. Yes, I am a pessimist.



After that happened things got a little worse until Kory and I patched things up. I haven't spoke with Jordan or Nick. I don't like to say never, but at least for now and the forseable future, C9 is on hiatus.



In better news I have found a roommate. My good friend Phil will be moving in any day now. When he moves out I am confident he will give me fair notice and leave a clean room (unlike someone else I know).



Which reminds me, my old roommate is MIA with my key and garage door opener. In his wake he has left a garage full of "stuff", a bedroom that required nearly three coats of paint, a sink that took me three hours to clean, and a stained carpet which I will steam clean tonight. So, Rick if your reading this I'd appreciate the aforementioned articles. I would also appreciate your share of the utilities. I also think it would be fair if you chipped in for the paint I had to buy.



Ashley, thank you for helping me paint and clean this past week. It was a fucking huge job and I appreciate it.

Exposure

I removed the last message because it was causing too much turmoil. It can't say I regret posting it, but I think I would regret leaving it up.



Kory, I am sorry for questioning your intentions. The other stuff about my playing though? Well, you haven't commented on that. At this point I have no reason to suspect otherwise.



I don't really understand your "Adios" and "See Ya" messages. It also escapes me why you posted 20 copies of your lyrics on the guestbook and rewrote "Maybe I'm Wrong". I didn't say or do those things when you posted the equivalent on the band site. I assume it is because yourself and the other two are less forgiving of my indiscretions than I was of yours.

I know it was you Fredo.

So, my roomate gives me this B.S. story so he can try to weasel his way out of his lease which states, 30 fucking days notice. "Hey man, nothing personal." FUCK YOU. I think the extra $600 I have to pay because you can't clean your fucking room or give me adequate notice is very personal.

So, where do I usually turn when some dick is stressing me out? Music. Yeah, it's always nice to know that no matter how bad things get personally/financially you can go have fun playing in a band. Oh, wait... the band I'm in (or was in) is also fucking me over.

Apparently, the "singer" is taking over guitar and I will be relegated to being his backup guitarist. They've decided without my presence that they will be pursuing a radically different sound. Most people can clearly see that this is FUCKED UP considering the fact that I never had a vote. It is basically akin to demoting someone in hopes that they will resign.

You see... about a year ago I started to realize my dream of being in a band where I could finally play the guitar riffs that have been in my head for eons. The previous band I was playing bass in dissolved so the drummer and myself committed to starting a new project.

My fatal mistake was getting a singer who's sole motive was becoming THE guitar player and basically staging a fucking coup. "I never planned on playing guitar." Bullshit. Kory, remember when you told me in the beginning that you were "over" the guitar? That you were ready for something else, like singing. Well, I knew it was bullshit. I've seen this coming from day one.

You guys have the nerve to ask me what's going on? How many practices have we missed because one of Jordan's family members were celebrating their birthday? Or because he had to do laundry? How, many times did I try playing something and received nothing but blank stares instead of solid feedback? How, often did I ask the question, "What direction do you guys want to go in?" Nick said, "up". Thanks Nick, your brilliant insight helped out a lot.

"I just want us to use all our talents.....We could do so much more." Who do you guys think your fooling? You can take your psycho-babble and shove-it. I can take a hint. Also, that was a nice move, spreading rumors that we were breaking up and then writing and jamming songs without me for a month.

looking for roommate

About five minutes ago my roomate told me he's moving out a.s.a.p. I have three weeks until rent is due. Thanks Rick. If anyone knows someone looking for a place please let me know. The rent is $590 a month plus utilities. Also, there's access to a full garage because my truck won't fit in it. I'm not home that much so I think I'm fairly easy to live with.

A Big's Eulogy

Big's bar in Fullerton is gone. The same place where CLOUDLESS 9 played their first solo performance, and the only bar where they had a fairly stable gig has burned to the ground.



Unknown to most everyone except the biker or hard-core karaoke fan, Big's was a fun place to hang out. Everytime we played, Big's gave us free beer and paid us fairly at the end of the night.



C9 played at Big's less than a month ago and had counted on playing there again in the coming weeks. The last time we played I had made a point of getting pictures of the band standing outside against the wall.



It is almost a certainty that a good liquor license will not be wasted and someday a new bar will return. However, it won't have the same style that Big's had.



Link to Article

The death of the Trucker Hat?

Trucker hats hit fashion's fast lane



Julia Caplin

New York Times News Service

May. 20, 2003 12:00 AM



NEW YORK - Nathan Ellis, a 26-year-old publicist with spikey black hair, remembers the exact moment trucker hats really started to annoy him. It was at a party in a Lower East Side bar in February given by the owners of Colette, a Paris boutique.



"I scanned the room and I could count 30 or 40 hipsters wearing trucker hats," Ellis said. "You could have closed your eyes and thrown a stick and hit a dozen foam caps at any given point of the night."



Ellis, who grew up in Greenville, N.C., where there are real truckers who wear tall foam-billed caps advertising chewing tobacco and the like, never appreciated city dwellers sporting them as some kind of winking joke. "Now every out-of-work male model is wearing one with their faded, ripped-up jeans," he complained. "The whole thing has gotten totally absurd."



Simon Navarre, 21, hung up his camouflage-patterned trucker hat for good last summer. On a recent Saturday night at the Pussycat Lounge, a strip club near Wall Street, he stood by the bar wearing a striped engineer's cap instead. When a group of young Japanese men walked in wearing trucker hats, he shook his head sadly. "Dude, those hats are so six months ago," said Navarre, who had just finished his shift as a chef at the Lovely Day restaurant. "Every kid with Nikes and a trust fund is wearing them. It's played out."



RIP the trucker hat, a fashion statement that traveled from downtown to the mall so swiftly it is still below the radar of most mainstream fashion publications, even as some hipsters themselves seem unaware it has been declared over.



Like the flannel logger's shirt that epitomized the grunge look of the early 1990s, the trucker hat is a ubiquitous accessory for slumming 20-somethings who favor sideburns, drink canned beer and listen to gritty sounding rock bands like the White Stripes and the Strokes.



The hats are wardrobe staples of truck drivers and farmers in the Corn Belt, who often use them as cheap, disposable sun shades. Referred to as trucker hats or mesh hats, they are bigger, uglier versions of baseball caps. Instead of fabric, they are made with a plastic mesh back and a large, nearly vertical foam front that is a perfect marquee to advertise farm machinery, auto parts and beer.



Young people in enclaves like Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and the Silver Lake district of Los Angeles adopted the trucker hat two or three years ago as a sartorial response to the expensive, logo-covered clothing of the bull-market years. The hats are economical, usually costing under $10, and are readily available at thrift shops or on eBay. The more exaggerated and ridiculous the silhouette, the greater the irony quotient.



"The trucker hat has the conflation of high and low," said Andrew Coulter Enright, 23, the author of "How to Be Fashionable or Consume Like Me," who lives in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn. "It fits into a lot of these postmodern ironic things. It's like, 'I'm either a black skateboarder who lives in New York City, or I'm a waifish white fashion stylist," who no one would expect to be wearing something that a Midwestern trucker would wear.



As the look became popular, the way the trucker hat was positioned on the head became a code in itself. Although not everyone agrees on the details, according to one street authority, a hat that is cocked up to the right means the wearer is from Williamsburg, one pulled down and to the right signifies a gay man from Chelsea, pushed up and to the left represents the Lower East Side, and down to the left is for arty areas of Queens like Long Island City. (Women from all areas generally wear their hats pulled down flirtatiously over one eye.)



This practice alone spawned its own backlash on the streets and in Internet chat rooms. On the Web site craigslist, an online community, one user who was identified only as "a longtime resident of the Northside" (an area of Williamsburg), posted this complaint last week: "The sideways-trucker-cap deal is the most affected, lemminglike bit of hilarity I have seen yet here in hipster ground zero. C'mon people, nothing shouts 'trying too hard' louder than these hats, especially when they're sideways."



Perhaps the most grievous development for hipsters has come in the last few months, when the trucker hat has trickled out from Brooklyn's second-hand stores to the malls. Now, trucker hats with campy sayings like "Washington Is for Lovers" can be found at large retail chains like Diesel, Hot Topic and Urban Outfitters. The first trucker-hat shipment arrived at Barneys New York three weeks ago; the hats cost $35 apiece and display images of vintage Mexican playing cards. The Gap plans to start carrying the hats next winter.



Even the caliber of celebrities who wear trucker hats has gone mainstream. Two years ago, the hats' most visible proponents were stars with street credibility like Pharrell Williams, of the hit-making music production team the Neptunes, and Johnny Knoxville, the star of "Jackass," the movie and MTV show.



Now the hats have been scooped up by entertainers who seem to be seeking a rougher image. The actor Ashton Kutcher, on his MTV show "Punk'd," typically wears up to five different trucker hats per episode. (He spends a good portion of the time sitting in front of the camera shifting the hats on his head, which has been known to send purists into a rage.)



The former teenage idol Justin Timberlake appears to have scraped the gel out of his hair in favor of a trucker hat, and Christina Aguilera wears hers with a do-rag underneath to look more hip-hop.



"We've cut back to just one style," said Sarah Bronilla, a buyer for Vice, a trend-setting boutique in lower Manhattan. "We used to carry 10," she said on a recent afternoon at the store. She sneered at the store's single trucker hat, which had been demoted to a low shelf behind the cash register. "When tourists from Virginia are buying them at flea markets on Broadway, it's not really our thing anymore," she said.



To separate themselves from the masses wearing trucker hats with sayings like "Trucker No. 1," many early subscribers to the trend have begun customizing their hats. A whole cottage industry has sprung up of couture trucker-hat designers who are selling one-of-a-kind hats embellished with ribbon, airbrushing and needlepoint.



"The foam fronts remind me of billboards or walls and are really fun to decorate," said Joel Dugan, 25, an artist, uses spray paint to make one-of-a-kind trucker hats that he sells for $35 at Isa, a boutique in Williamsburg.



Jamie Rosenthal, 25, a designer and stylist who has worked for Joan Jett, started embellishing her trucker hats last summer because, she said, she wouldn't be caught dead wearing "a lame one with a Schlitz beer logo."



Jennifer Leong, 27, an art director at MTV, combs craft and fabric stores around Times Square on her lunch hour for hats, which she sells under the label Dame. "The mesh is perfect for cross-stitching," said Leong, who adorns her hats with colored thread, patches and studs. "I like the contrast between the homemade crafty grandma feel and a raw street style."



At Bar 13 in Greenwich Village on a recent Thursday night, during an after party for the East Village band the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, which had performed at Irving Plaza, the group's guitarist, Nick Zinner, was wearing a black trucker hat that read "Sturgis 2002" with a bald eagle on it. He had it pushed way up on the top of his head and cocked boldly to the side. The look screamed "dork," and that was exactly the point.



"I never would have worn a trucker hat before because they were too cool," said Zinner, who bought his two weeks ago while on tour in South Dakota. "But now that they are so uncool it's cool to wear them."

R.I.P.

Diet Guru Robert Atkins Dies



Thu April 17, 2003 12:10 PM ET



NEW YORK (Reuters) - Dr. Robert Atkins, advocate of a popular but controversial high-protein, low carbohydrate diet, died on Thursday, his spokesman said. He was 72.



Spokesman Richard Rothstein said Atkins died at 11:01 a.m. in the Weill Cornell Medical Center in New York, where he was admitted April 8 after falling on an icy sidewalk and hitting his head. Atkins underwent surgery for head injuries but went into a coma.

The Image Gallery.

The other day I decided that a large collection of useless images found on the web would be a good way to boost traffic and help make up for my lack of writing talent. So, after many hours of pointing and clicking I present to you, the image gallery.

fucking time change.

Ashley sent me this... (taken from the Onion)

Sheryl Crow Unsuccessful; War On Iraq Begins



WASHINGTON, DC - In spite of recording artist Sheryl Crow's strong protestations, including the wearing of a "No War" guitar strap, the U.S. went to war with Iraq last week. "Making the decision to go to war is never easy, but it's that much harder when you know Sheryl Crow disapproves," White House press secretary Ari Fleischer said at a press conference Monday. "It is this administration's sincerest hope that it can one day regain the support and trust of the woman behind such hits as 'All I Wanna Do' and 'Soak Up The Sun.'" Fleischer issued similar apologies to Martin Sheen, Janeane Garofalo, and Nelly.

Experts: War effort poorly carried out

That's according to the article below. Personally, I suspect the powers that be are letting our guys take a good thrashing so it becomes politically correct to blow Iraq off the face of the earth instead of continuing the ground war.



Link

Stand Up for America Rally Speech By: Beth Chapman

I'm here tonight because men and women of the United States military have given their lives for my freedom. I am not here tonight because Sheryl Crowe, Rosie O'Donnell, Martin Sheen, George Clooney, Jane Fonda or Phil Donahue, sacrificed their lives for me.

If my memory serves me correctly, it was not movie stars or musicians, but the United States Military who fought on the shores of Iwo Jima, the jungles of Vietnam, and the beaches of Normandy.



Tonight, I say we should support the President of the United States and the US Military and tell the liberal, tree-hugging, Birkenstock-wearing, hippie, tie-dyed liberals to go make their movies and music and whine somewhere else.



After all, if they lived in Iraq, they wouldn't be allowed the freedom of

speech they're being given here today. Ironically, they would be put to death at the hands of Sadam Hussein or Osama Bin Laden.



I want to know how the very people who are against war because of the loss of life, can possibly be the same people who are for abortion?



They are the same people who are for animal rights but against the rights of the unborn. The movie stars say they want to go to Iraq and serve as "human shields" for the Iraqis. I say let them buy a one-way ticket and go.



No one likes war. I hate war! But the one thing I hate more is the fact

that this country has been forced into war - innocent people have lost their lives - - and there but for the grace of God, it could have been my brother, my husband, or even worse my own son.



On December 7, 1941, there are no records of movie stars treading the blazing waters of Pearl Harbor.

On September 11, 2001; there are no photos of movie stars standing as "human shields" against the debris and falling bodies ascending from the World Trade Center. There were only policemen and firemen - underpaid civil servants who gave their all with nothing expected in return.



When the USS Cole was bombed, there were no movie stars guarding the ship - where were the human shields then?



If America's movie stars want to be human shields, let them shield the

gang-ridden streets of Los Angeles, or New York City, let them shield the lives of the children of North Birmingham whose mothers lay them down to sleep on the floor each night to shelter them from stray bullets.



If they want to be human shields, I say let them shield the men and women of honesty and integrity that epitomizes courage and embody the spirit of freedom by wearing the proud uniforms of the United States Military. Those are the people who have earned and deserve shielding!



Throughout the course of history, this country has remained free, not

because of movie stars and liberal activists, but because of brave men and women who hated war too. However, they lay down their lives so that we all may live in freedom. After all -- "What greater love hath no man, that he lay down his life for his friend," or in this case a country.



We should give our military honor and acknowledgment and not let their lives be in vain. If you want to see true human shields, walk through Arlington Cemetery. There lie human shields, heroes, and the BRAVE Americans who didn't get on television and talk about being a human shield - they were human shields.



I thank God tonight for freedom - - those who bought and paid for it with their lives in the past - - those who will protect it in the present and defend it in the future.

America has remained silent too long! God-fearing people have remained silent too long!



We must lift our voices united in a humble prayer to God for guidance and the strength and courage to sustain us throughout whatever the future may hold.



After the tragic events of Sept. 11th, my then eleven-year-old son said terrorism is a war against them and us and if you're not one of us, then you're one of them.



So in closing tonight, let us be of one accord, let us stand proud, and

let us be the human shields of prayer, encouragement and support for the President, our troops and their families and our country.



May God bless America, the land of the free, the home of the brave and the greatest country on the face of this earth!

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An illustration by Matthew Cook, the Times war artist, of members of the 7th US Marine Corps by a disused police post in northern Kuwait, three miles from the Iraqi border.



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The war has started...

No one is pulling our troops out. Protests will only serve to help the enemy and lower the morale of U.S. soldiers. At this point we should support the war or keep our mouths shut.

From the NY Daily News

War talk from Kid Rock



Kid Rock won't be joining the music industry's anti-war movement.



"Why is everybody trying to stop the war? George Bush ain't been saying, 'You all, make s-y records.' Politicians and music don't mix. It's like whisky and wine. [Musicians] ought to stay out of it."



But it doesn't take much nudging to hear the Kid's policy analysis. "We got to kill that mother-[bleeper] Saddam," he says. "Slit his throat. Kill him and the guy in North Korea."



Are some women and children going to die? "Yeah. But is doing the right thing. You got money, you sit around talking about peace. People who don't have money need some help."



Meanwhile, the Kid is trying to make peace with Tommy Lee, ex-husband of his fiancée, Pam Anderson.



"He's done a lot of bad things to a lot of innocent people," the Kid contends. "I'm a God-fearing man. I'm all about forgiveness. At the same time, I have a tough time getting there. I wish the best for him and his kids. It don't matter whether we hate each other or like each other."



Somehow we don't think it's "like."

Mongoloids

All things considered C9's gig at BIG's was pretty cool. Nick had his buddy's metal band open up so we could get a bigger crowd. When I say metal I mean fucking METAL. Judas Priest. Motorhead. Old Slayer. Iron Maiden. That pretty much sums up their style. They were scheduled to go on at 9:00PM. It took them two days to setup up their shit. Really. It was a fuckin' long time. They opened up with "Ace of Spades" which I thought was pretty badass.



During the band's set a couple of drunk pieces of shit started moshing around the front of the stage. This would of been cool if "A" BIG's wasn't the size of your average walk-in closet and "B" if the drunk's weren't knocking over tables and spilling beer all over the place. Nick and I started getting nervous only because the metal dudes (who are doing nothing to calm the mongoloids) are using C9's (actually Kory's, hahaha what's his is ours) P.A. and they are dangerously close to covering it with Bug Light.



As the two drunks are getting rowdier by the song and starting to spill beer on our friends and family I start getting pissed. Nick and I begin to shove the trash away whenever it gets close to us. This pretty much has the same effect it has at any other concert. It encourages the mosher to run in to you even harder.



So, the big (relatively, compared to his dwarf buddy) mongoloid who is probably a painter by day, tweaker all the time, and a general piece of shit starts charging in to me. I humor him and push him back into his imaginary "mosh pit". This happens a couple of times and I decide that there's been enough. The next time Joe Worktruck comes at me, I'm laying him out. Sixty seconds later Joe Fontana rushes me for the last time. I sidestep him and use his own force and my force to toss him into a table and a couple of chairs. I'm not exaggerating, this guy ate it. Hard. So hard I might of (and probably did) have a shit-eating grin on my face. Now, Jim Worktruck and Joe Minitruck come after me. Nick pulls some awesome restraining moves on one of them as Kory runs into the bar and pounces of some dude Ninja-Quick-Style.



What am I doing during all of this? Well, guess what? There's a bouncer at the bar. Who fucking knew? The bouncer grabs me by the collar and starts yelling as he's pushing me out of the bar. Where's was the bouncer when the mongoloids where repeatedly knocking over tables and spilling beer on Nick's mom? Oh, I get it. You don't do your job and when someone does it for you, you throw said person out of the bar. People were yelling at the bouncer, the ugly, face-pierced, tattooed fuck that he is, "hey, that's not the guy", or "he's in the band", etc., as he was eighty-sixing me. Whatever.



Two ciggarettes later I walked into the bar and I was the hero. You think I'm stroking my ego? No way. I had people coming up to me the whole night saying things like, "someone had to do it" or my favorite, "nice toss". Jordan, who was outside when I tossed Joe Worktruck, said the guy hit the wall so hard he could here the windows shake.



After everyone calmed down I gave the metal band the signal that it was time for them to wind down the set. TWO WEEKS LATER THEY FINISH AND GET THEIR SHIT OF THE STAGE. Oh, I forgot one more thing... a couple of Nick's friends helped back us up during the scuffle and they got kicked out. They took the 10 people and the potential $500 the bar would have made with them. ATTENTION: BIG's. Hire a real bouncer. Tell the current one to go back to drywalling or whatever his fucking day job is.



Long story even longer, we played a pretty good show. Our friends were truly awesome that night. They were loud and everyone seem to generally have a good time. With the exception of the handicapped bouncer, BIG's is a great place to play and Gina is the coolest bartender. We received free drinks all night long and got paid at the end of it all. Hopefully, we will be invited to play there again.

To whom it may concern...

I hate my job. The amount of micro-management is disgusting. I hope that someone at my job reads this. My job sucks and the people responsible for making it suck, suck even more.

Going to see Queens of the Stoneage Tonight!

..at the Grove in Anaheim. Band practice then the concert. Man my ears are gonna hurt.

You want Feedback? Here's Feedback.

C9 played at the Tropicana last Friday. Before you ask the Tropicana is not a strip club, hotel, or casino. It's a seedy dive bar in Anaheim that serves incredibly bad drinks. We were invited to play there by the guys in Brodii Split. who were very cool to us. However, the Tropicana gig sucked. The parking situation was horrendous probably the first clue that the night was going to be a buzzkill.



The band Circumvent that opened up for us absolutely rocked. We suspect that they may have brought the majority of the crowd to the show. I felt that they were a particularly tough act to follow. Oh, did I mention that we had to take turns staying outside and guarding our equipment before we got on stage? I managed to see one Circumvent song.



Finally, we started playing, but by our third song I had yet to hear any feedback, i.e., applause etc. Even our friends just sat back dumbfounded and dead-pan as if they were hypnotized by the weird-ass, flashing lights the club had shining on us. Halfway into our set Kory's mic started to intermittenly emit deafening feedback. Great. First, our friends refuse to clap and now we look like amateurs who don't know how to work a P.A.



Forty-five minutes after CLOUDLESS 9 took the stage the set ended and we happily escorted ourselves off the stage. From now on we are bringing our own P.A. to the bar gigs and strangling our friends who don't applaud.

Baked Ziti

In the last week I have watched 20 episodes of the Sopranos. Never saw one until a week and a half ago when I rented the Season 1 Vol. 1 DVD at Blockbuster. From there I was hooked. Rented the entire first season and then started on the second season. I'm fairly certain I've lost quite a few brain cells while at the same time learning some very funny Italian words. So much Sopranos in so little time may have rubbed off on me a little bit. There are some people I'd really like to wack right now.



In other news there is a moderate Internet flame war going on between the singer of the last band I was in and the singer of the current band I'm in. It's pretty entertaining to read. I'm not sure how it started, but when people talk it gets back to other people, etc. The irony is that they are both singers and school teachers! So, imagine what happens when two young teachers engage in a battle of words on three different guestbooks. Comedy! So, guys keep it up. There's no censorship on my guestbook.



My next guitar...

SPAMMING MY BAND AGAIN

Because the band is the most interesting thing to talk about these days I guess I have to plug us once again. C9 is playing at BIG's Bar & Grill located in Fullerton this Saturday, January 18th at 9:00PM. We had a pretty good time making flyers and handing them out to drunk people in Fullerton. For one night we felt like rock stars, or at least like people promoting rock stars. Anyway, the info is on the site.



www.cloudless9.com