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Friday, August 31, 2007

filboyd studge @ the Bucket

Right. So Scott came into town this past weekend, and we knew what we were gonna do, by God. Get the band together. With Thomas filling in our rotating bass player slot. But then Thomas went to China of all places b/c he hates us. Moo Goo Gai Motherfucker. Or maybe that's Japanese. I don't know. Regardless, Eston said he'd take the job since we were the best band he'd ever heard...
Scott says my recall is fading... he might be right. I'm pretty sure that Allison and I started everything off... we played Aeroplane Over the Sea again for Scott and Raven. We really wanted to do it like Dustin, but we're not quite good enough. But it was still quite serviceable since Allison is such a good singstress. I bet there are pictures somewhere, but I don't have any... then Eston did his solo intro stuff to, you know, butter-up the crowd. The opener has to suck so that the headliner sounds awesomer. (Yes, open mic night can have a headliner... even if they play in the middle.)
I can only imagine that Eston and Sarah are missing from this incredibly cute shouldabeenatriology set o' photos b/c Bryan doesn't know Sarah. Which is too bad.
But so it goes.

<---- me & Allison
Scott and Raven ---->
But anyway... there weren't actually many photos on my camera of things that actually happened during the concert, and I don't feel like screen-cap'ing the video. So this is pretty much all I've got as far as still images go. I had to lighten them in Photoshop, but I like the red tint that was naturally there...
  heh... And Raven praying at the altar of studge.
I'm feeling narcissistic today... I'm pretty sure these photos mean that I done good.
Plus, it's almost like I'm smiling.
And I really like that first one. For obvious reasons. It so totally makes it look like I'm not even anywhere close to going bald.

Allison says I look like a child molester.
This here is the closest thing I have to a picture with everyone in it... You can barely see Sarah over Brian's left shoulder... Allison's hitting on Eston behind Scott and Brian, and Raven's trying to avoid the whole thing by keeping her eyes closed. I guess she's kind of like an ostrich that way.

I guess I'm not in this picture... nor is Judith... nor is Bryan... I don't think I knew anyone else that was there tho. Except, of course, for Christy the lovely bartender.
Scott trying to look all academic after the show... And then hanging with a friend who is unknown to me. I think this dude's name was Matt...? And then there's this Raven girl. She lives in New York. On the morning of the show, she was in New York. On the afternoon of the show, she was in New York. An hour before the show, she was in North Carolina. Rad? Yes. That's pretty freakin' rad. I'm pretty sure this photo says, "Holy fuck, I am so freakin' happy to be at Jeff's Bucket Shop right now!"

And I reckon that's Sarah and Eston there in the background again.
And this is Allison and Raven acting happy after the show even tho the only thing either of them really wants is for filboyd studge to never stop playing ever.
And I suppose that just leaves us with the last few obligatory band photos...
Well... and then, of course, the video of the whole thing that Bryan cooked up for us...
Right... and the mp3's...
CD Cover
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Monday, August 27, 2007

wait...

so Michael Vick found Jesus through dog-fighting and is now turning his life over to God?
I'm confused...

Saturday, August 11, 2007

sap

This annoys me. I had wanted to make something much more personal and transparent. But I can't sing. And what I could do just didn't match with anything. And the words sucked... there was only an idea. And then the guitar thing didn't work at all, so I just stuck at the very end. And read that stupid poem over top what I had. I wonder what it's like to be good at this shit.

Oh. I also am pretty sure that each piece of this should be taken out and worked with separately. Perhaps one of my more musically inclined friends can do something about that.

sap

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Thursday, August 9, 2007

Trarth

chickity check it... Just when you think everything sucks...
Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood show up on the Oprah Winfrey show.
See? There is a God.

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Sunday, August 5, 2007

I don't need to know Algebra

Things my dad tought me that I've used recently in circumstances in which I would not have chosen to find myself.

1. When walking on the sidewalk with someone else, walk on the streetside.
2. Not making a decision is the same as making the opposite of that decision.

paraphrased, of course. I'd have him confirm, but he's, you know, dead.

Maybe something else will pop up that I'll remember, but I think those are the two main things I can remember learning that I can put into simple sentences.

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Saturday, August 4, 2007

Here's some stuff that Allison, Eston, Thomas, and I made...

Everyone I Know Is Leaving
gay
Cut Out
Luxy's Last Kiss

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Friday, August 3, 2007

FUCK.

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