Thursday, 5 June 2008

Drunk Evenings with a Singer-Songwriter.

What started out as a free evening with a bottle of Jack Daniels turned into an evening with pop sensation Lee Broderick...with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

We tried showing each other some ideas for potential songs for the band, but I think the JD bypassed all that shit. We just ended up watching videos of fat kids falling over and stuff.

A few things I forgot to mention before. All the excitement of having my own blogspot made me miss out some stuff. Firstly.

I'll be a teacher for 3 weeks commencing monday. So expect lots, and i mean lots. Of posts, most likely referring to how shit children are, and how I will probably consider cutting my hair off.

Secondly, theres a woman on the 231 that looks like Rod Stewart. How amazing is that?

I have this thing lately that was inspired by Cameron Crowe in a documentary for Almost Famous (a film that Lee Broderick pop sensation bought me, champion). Every month as a kid he used to make a mixed cd with his favourite tracks of that month on. I've started this. I pick 10 and burn that shit. Here's whats on it this month, so hopefully you can map out some kind of idea of how badass my music taste is...

Ben Folds - Sentimental Guy
Dave Matthews Band - Drive In Drive Out (reminds me of Paris so much it hurts.)
John Mayer - I'm Gonna Find Another You
Led Zeppelin - Black Dog
Opeth - Porcelain Heart
Panic At The Disco - That Green Gentleman
Paramore - That's What You Get (I'm so punk pop its unreal.)
The Beatles - Fixing A Hole
The Mars Volta - Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt

Ahh well, thats 9. JD kills me. I had to take out my MP3 player just to check out what bands were fucking on there. Ugh.

So I do that every month, you'll be seeing many more of these in the future.

Anyways. Not much else to mention here I think. I'm currently in a kitchen listening to a severly underrated Black Crowes record.

Three Snakes and One Charm. Buy it.

Tomorrow night I'm going to the Dress Rehersal of some kind of yuppie rave performance. I can't wait.

Goodbye,
Charlie S.

No comments: