It's fair to say that i don't "get" computers... there always seems to be some asshole obvious step that misses me, so instead of playing a good old violent game of hockey i go into a nice silent rage trying to do something that should take, or i have heard takes, a few minutes and is dead simple.
That's why we natural luddites like guitars. What's in your hands is what it is, sink or swim on the dexterity of your fingers and the sense of your rhythm, and of course the strength of your song. I play an e chord and it makes the sound of an e chord... i punch in stmp.telus.net and i get a fucking god damn window explaining that some asshole server is not responding.
where was i... Oh yea this is the Supper Show Blog... I'm here to yap on with some "smiley faced PR" about how good last week was and that a guy called Phoenix Magnolia is coming down tomorrow to stomp some percussive guitar work. what i do know about last week was that it was about 1:30 AM when i ping ponged up the stairs to my house... let's just say we got on a roll.
here is the show:
write your own review you cheese eating surrender monkeys
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Tonight I tuned down to D and hit some power chords into a 4-track. The Luddite life is a good life.
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