To quote BB when I told him they're playing the local hotel add-on arena, "Woooowwwwww. Chimaira is gonna fucking destroy that place."
Yeah, and I'm gonna be there to witness it. Fucking place barely withstood Disturbed. Br00talz.
I got that email late and immediately turned into a five year old that just got told he's getting two Christmases this year. I was running around the house like a maniac, freaking out.
Metalz quasi-weekend: May 8th-May 11th
Survival chances: 3%
I best be getting in a little better physical shape.
This is gonna be the most awesome thing ever. I won't be recovered from one show and I'll be headed to another. Hell yes.
Also: BB King is coming relatively close. Not metalz, still awesome. Damn.
Found myself extremely tired last night after spending the previous night working Mrs. NFB's computer back into usability. Until I got that email. Then I was too excited to sleep.
This could be a rough day. Meh.
Since I was so metalz pumped last night I sat down to try doing some musical garbage and remembered why I haven't done that in a while. Fucking drum programming bores me to fucking tears. Man, I hate it. Not just a little, but a lot. A whole lot.
I can play drums better than I can program them. Which would seem counterintuitive since I suck at drums, but at least I can find the fucking rhythms when it's live on the fly. This analyze and try to fit your off-beats into the little squares provided in the drum machine bullshit just makes me want to scream.
So, by the time I get three patterns programmed and laid out, I'm sick of fiddling with music and don't bother getting out my guitar.
There's a solution out there somewhere. Don't know where that is yet.
Bleh. Outz bitchez.
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