motivation to me

I realize I am bordering on the attention span and motivation levels of a child. I usually hate to do things that I am not wildly interested in. I hate to do things like cook, clean and pay bills. I do them. Usually at the last minute or after some kind of fee has been imposed on me but its never when it should be done and with a smile on my face.

But despite all that there are moments when I am crystal clear and focused. I can sit in one place and work on something a solid 8 hours without moving. And there are times when after doing mundane things I feel like a million bucks in a strange way.

So I figured I have to treat my inner lazy punk as another person outside of myself. Like my child or nephew or some little kid I know whats best for. I have to find discipline and a way to not let myself slide.

Because life is here. Whatever it is, its doing it right now. So I cant afford to listen to my lazy inner little bitch anymore. I never could. I just think I am learning how to deal with him.

new song

holy crap I wrote a new song. I like it. Yep. Lets see if the guys do too.

lazy

few posts. guess nothing really new to talk about.

digging elbow. Playing shows. Think I like a girl. Like actually like. Maybe. or not. Whatever.

mini-tour recap

ugh. Some shitty shows went down. Shitty in that we played to either crickets or disinterested people for the most part.

Dallas was cool though. Hung with Michelle and the guys. It was more like a vacation with a few shows sprinkled in. Dallas was especially cool because Mom, Mollie and Michelle came. We did much better than the only other time they saw us so that was cool.

Met some really nice folks in the other bands that night. The bill was solid and the other bands were actually good. Really good.

Lots of driving. 700 miles or so put on my car. We made a profit due to our San Antonio show. The owner is Alex's friend and pays us unreasonably well so we are in the black from the trip because of him.

More shows this week. The Parish again! Arguably the best venue in Austin.

1 show down

we rocked the shit out of it.

I talked more. That was good.

But i threw on a shirt that had not been dried properly. I started to sweat. My body reacted to it and it created a stench I cannot put into words. The whole band was beside themselves with how bad I smelled. I never knew a human could get that bad. After the show I immediately ran to the car and found an old shirt to change into.

After the show we were approached by a national print magazine and they are going to do a feature on us. She even took our set list so she could have the names of the songs to mention. She even took notes.

San Antonio tonight. High pay, low pressure. Ah.

mini-tour

mini tour starts tomorrow with a show at Emos here in Austin. Then on to San Antonio, College Station and Dallas.

We shall see if I can hang.