There are days in a college student’s life when he cannot quite come to a conclusion on when the last day ended and when the current day began. Such was like what I experienced today. Last night, Stuffy asked me to play guitar out in the hall with him. After tiring myself by having gone through my entire tiny guitar repertoire, I suggested we record a little riff he was playing. After three hours of playing, tweaking, fixing, checking, miking, overdubbing, and whoring around, we came out with a beautiful rough sketch of Untitled Hymn. That file is here for you to listen to. Lemme know what you think.
When we finished that, we decided that 1 o’clock was most certainly too early to go to bed. At that point we made the crucial Waffle House run, and when we returned at around 4 in the morning, it was time to have an unsuccessful viewing of Spinal Tap. What a genius film. Well, we tried that screening in the lobby, but of course feel asleep before we could count to eleven. I was awaken at 8 to James (from across the hall) laughing at us. At least, I think it was James. The pretty falling snow out the window confused me. Anyway, the title screen was still playing (and loudly), so I rose to suppress the beast, and then laid back down on the lobby floor. Wait?! Why was I laying down again on the most uncomfortable thing in the five-minute-burn-time dorm? After I chastised myself, I stood back up and hauled my stuff up to the second floor and crashed on the still unmade bed.
Noon woke me to get a shower and get my “day on.” Me and others went to Subway to get some eats, then proceeded to the computer show. Call me a geek, but I already feel bad enough, having paid 5 bucks to get in and left with nothing in my hands. I did order new car speakers, which I’m chalkin’ up to a recording necessity. Let me explain: you see, after mixing something, you must have some system to test that mix on. Well, you can’t test it on the monitors you’ve been mixing it on, so for a college student, the best option is your car. And since any drive home is at least two hours, I’ll know every nuance of those speakers before long.
Tonight Cowboy and I went to see a girl who had to move back home after last semester–she’d come to visit. When we got up to the room, there were about a hundredteen million people in a single dorm room. Simply amazing, it was. After a short while, the boys all schooled the girls in a invigorating round of Battle of the Sexes. Ladies, don’t even try. I know the 3 C’s of choosing a diamond. Please…
And now it’s time to rest.
Goodnight moon, goodnight town,
Goodnight power cords that’ll burn Pembroke down
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