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[03 Feb 2008|07:31pm] |
so the traveling game show host gig failed to pan out. too broke to head back downstate on return trip for interview. no biggie. sticking with idea of quitting jobs to 'live off the music'. this is probably the best plan in the medium run.
so... long story short. one saturday afternoon gf is sobbing due to lack of "funds". courageous bf says "fine! I'll go book some PAYING gigs RIGHT NOW!"
and does.
half an hour later the Upper Deck guy from the Ramada is saying "sweet! got your press kit. loved it. why don't you start this Tuesday (3 days from now). they're usually pretty dead if you can bring in a crowd you be a regular."
I hear myself say, "sweet. consider it done." as I'm thinking 'FUCK. I am nowhere near prepared for this.'
story of my life.
short story long. Tuesday comes. three days spent furiously programming songs for one man bar rock project. negative time for rehearsal/lyric retention. (stupidly obsessed over one extremely difficult indie rock song that no one in the bar had likely ever dreamed of)
(Tuesday)
7:30pm. step on iPod holding all of my programmed songs permanently cracking screen rendering useless.
8pm. (1 hour til show deadline) - load up gear while blizzard impending begins to rage.
8:30pm - supposed "dead" Tuesday night is full of drunken snowmobilers with hard ons for all things Johnny Cash and steel guitar.
9pm. gear is in place. monstrous buzzing noise furiously rages through my equipment. have to boycott 1/3 of gear to salvage any hope of not sounding extremely annoying.
9:30pm. begin four hour set of songs I barely know without a sound check.
9:31pm. my soul dies a lot inside.
Friday: sheepishly return to Ramada. preparing for awkward silence and "yeah... about that night.."
instead. booking agent says. "heard it went well! see you next Tuesday!"
bam. dream of being a professional musician that hates practicing still alive. (although whole point of one man bar rock project is to be always ready and always awesome)
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[14 Jan 2008|10:44am] |
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quit my job. interviewing for gig as traveling game show host! very excited.
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| New House!!! |
[12 Sep 2007|05:27pm] |
Here are pics of the house the gf and I bought. My girlfriend made an amazing website for it...
The Chateau
Btw. Our address is 20107 Frederick St. Houghton, MI. We'll be having a celebratory bonfire in a couple of weekends....
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[06 Sep 2007|06:22pm] |
no. of jobs: 2
no. of extremely hungover training days: 2
soooooo close! the acoustic album is nearing completion.
please. feel free to check out the progress at www.myspace.com/markandrasko
now featuring "homeward bound" and "the mtu song". enjoy.
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| For Your Viewing Pleasure... |
[24 Aug 2007|12:23pm] |
the Neverland Rancheros t-shirt design....
www.myspace.com/theneverlandrancheros
www.theneverlandrancheros.com
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[24 Aug 2007|12:00pm] |
No. of Houses Currently Remodeling: 2
No. Bands Want to Start Up: 2
No. Musical Projects Being Lured Into: 5 billion
I like my life like I like my sex, hectic and strange.
Enough of horrible anagrams, parralelograms, or whatever they're called. Started training for career as Shopko Cashier. Went well... well, would've went well if not for M-O-N-S-T-R-O-U-S hangover. Seduced into drinking at bar by Dirk and Buzzo + 1 trip to the Baltimore Zoo = not getting home until 4:30 am + waking up ten minutes before afore mentioned training.
HR Lady, Jeanann = super nice. Fellow trainees = high school punks + 30(+) ladies. Oddly... everyone established at Shopko is strangely nice. Is there something in the water? Sweet porn in the break room? Will co-trainee high school punks suddenly grow manners?
Suspect everyone is surface nice with underlying maleficent intentions. Only one established Shopko "teammate" was bitchy. Suspect she has embarassingly oversized clitoris.
Can't wait to start new original music project. Have been working on moody, angsty grunge/stoner rock songs for months/years/days. Tentative name: the Revenge Cycle. Thoughts.. too cheesy? Please help decide.
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| I am an interviewing god... |
[17 Aug 2007|03:28pm] |
hmm... odd. could have sworn I heard a crash downstairs. not unlikely as I left a ladder in the way of the front door's path. wind? went to investigate and.. nobody was there.
life has been swirling mass of confusion lately. too many thoughts, ambitions, and ideas to concentrate on. have decided to focus down on 3 main things.
1) procuring employment
2) establishing bar band
3) well, I've forgotten the third already. maybe it will come back to me.
1) is done! interview at shopko went very well. even though I had to jog about 2 miles to get there... cause, well.. you know. I planned on leaving an hour before but one thing after another happened (namely, a really good book I'm reading) and lo and behold I stepped out of the shower with 30 minutes to dress and walk/run out hancock, across the bridge, and up the hill.
ah.. so yes. procuring employment is done. got phone call requesting I begin training on wednesday. family will be extremely proud of their nearing 30's son employed as cashier at 2nd rate wal-mart.
so yes! a new list of foci are necessary...
1) be awesome at job and rise within the ranks of the Shopko "teammates"
2) establish bar band. going well. have procured experienced bassist. need drummer!
3) finish remodeling Massey Manor (my constant nightmare of the last six months)
4) start emo alt-grunge original project. have drummer and bassist waiting.
5) appease beautiful girlfriend stressed out about house we are purchasing
6) move into and remodel house once purchased (closing one week from now)
7) prepare songs for Purple Rain bash. collaborating with Tony Lowe. will be amazing.
8) find fu#$ing go#@@7amn car keys.
9) finish writing songs for my my serpentine. teaching beautiful gf how to play drums. learning remarkedly well. will be two-man group.
10) prepare for final show with the Neverland Rancheros tonight. rehearse lyrics to songs I always forget.
gah!! too many things!! must compartmentalize.
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[16 Aug 2007|01:55pm] |
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... the keys are no longer on this plane of existence.
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| and the keys are... |
[16 Aug 2007|12:37pm] |
have felt rather down lately. busy pondering universal questions such as "what the hell am I doing with my life?" and "why the hell won't this 'Chasing Amy' dvd work properly when it has zero scratches on it?"
lo and behold. last night perked me up. finished first three songs of long overdue acoustic album. had low hopes of album for long time due to abysmal tracking efforts. in the end, with some minor editing and crafty mixing they are a perfect representation of where I am musically currently +++ the album cover artwork is amazing. will post asap.
add 2 Baltimore Zoos with Dirk and Buzzo at the Dawg.
felt great this morning. had scuffle with Chasing Amy dvd, began musing on new bands in the works = awesome. new projects will be unreal. run through new song riffs on guitar for millionth time. in back of mind began pondering first universal question....
Click.
I scheduled a job interview with Shopko yesterday for 11:30am TODAY. What time is it?
Rush to bedroom. 11:20am.
Damage control. Need shower? Yes. Shave? Oh well. Attire? Easy, jeans and polo. Take quickie shower and dress. Car keys. Nowhere to be found. Remember waking up and driving Buzzo home earlier this morning. had lost keys then but found them on porch next to beer can I threw them at. Should be laying around somewhere.
Search for keys.
Continue searching for keys.
Check time. 11:28am (can be quick when I have to be).
Call Shopko, explain delay. Interviewer Lady sounds friendly, says no problem.
Feel odds of employment plummeting towards zero.
Go outside to look in car, notice gigantic Uppco Service Trucks blocking driveway could have used for much better excuse. Oh well. Think. See Dean's truck. Remember have spare key to Dean's truck. Thought two: distinctly remembering emptying pockets of shorts onto ground depositing spare key miscellaneously about a week ago. Did not put key back in proper spot. Look for spare anyway.
Laws of Physics Governing Physical Principles of Reality: 2
Tendency toward Haphazard Lifestyle: 0
Recall Shopko. Turn entire force of will into disarming conversation. Switch on confident voice.
"I appear to have lost my keys harder than I've ever lost them before! So much for getting off on the right foot! Hahaha..." Interviewer Lady laughs. Good sign. Forwards me to secretary to reschedule interview. Perhaps all is not lost?
Have 24 hours to find car keys or plan ahead for long walk tomorrow morning. Hope that courageous presentation of keeping cool under pressure will be unexpected edge in gaining employment as Shopko cashier.
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[05 Aug 2007|12:37am] |
yes! yes!! yes!!! I played a semi-crappy word (sea for 10 points) to set up a double word above the a, za and za, with the z being on a triple letter score.... will mean serious points as long as opponent does not steal spot (dangerously close to triple word score).
do not steal spot 'James L.' or else I will hunt you down...
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[05 Aug 2007|12:13am] |
good news. saw Sycamore Smith show last night in calument. was invited to play show with marc in september when Tech starts! will be awesome. have ideas for devious songs in works will write especially for this show.
bad news. the Rancheros are breaking up.
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[04 Aug 2007|06:49pm] |
long time since I posted. just read Bridget Jone's Diary (it was the only decent thing laying around I swear) and it may have inspired me.
long overdue solo acoustic album being recorded in Rosza studio with Dirk (who is awesome) and Josh (quiet fellow who comes out to all the local music shows (...= awesome)). going well. title: i write the songs that make your girl go down.
holy jesus am I addicted to online scrabble. have 16 games going at once, only losing one. have z and waiting for killer spot to deploy but game almost over!
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| new story |
[26 Apr 2006|07:45pm] |
step 1. read this.
step 2. tell me what you think about it.
step 3. tell me good things. so far nobody likes it :(
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[16 Nov 2005|02:14am] |
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hoo wee. I been in a writing mood lately. here's an old west story I just wrote.
( showdown at oak valley )
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[15 Nov 2005|09:07pm] |
you know you've been in Houghton too long..
when you go to the bar on a random night and you've made out with a 1/3 of the chicks there. well, actually just three..
but it was weird. one of them was bitter and attempted to physically abuse me.
one talked about it right in front her boyfriend.
and one.. luckily, didn't see me ;)
am I a manwhore?
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[05 Nov 2005|09:07am] |
Serenity is the awesomest movie I've seen in forever.
I've been meaning to post that for awhile. If it ever comes to Hotown - GO SEE IT. Trust me.
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[04 Oct 2005|09:07pm] |
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I may perhaps be stupidest man the on planet.
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| uh oh |
[19 Aug 2005|09:31am] |
the powers that be have decided to let me corrupt this year's freshmen class...
WMTU is putting on live music all through orientation week in the Wads basement. Tuesday night 7-9pm, yup the saggy balls (song) shall make an appearance. along with a coupla new songs I wrote over the summer!!
score.
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