Uh, what the F!?!?!

Maybe it's just me... but would you show up your first gig with a new band WASTED!?!

What is the deal with drummers. We have one drummer who is fantastic, and a great guy. The problem is that he plays with a ton of bands, so he can't make every gig. We have played with a slew of other drummers... good guys most of them, but just not right. I feel like fucking Goldilocks... too loose, too deaf, too flakey. This guy Saturday night down right embarrassed us. Of course I take our music seriously, I wrote it, and this jackass shows up wasted. The tempo, it was like driving behind someone riding the break... all night. I damn near stomped a hole in the stage trying to get him on track. He said he couldn't hear. He said he plays off the vocal... what? I've never heard that before. He was sharing a kit with the other band and didn't bring his snare or cymbals... I thought this was like the unwritten code of drummers, maybe it is written somewhere. What an asshole. And, he comes to me after the show and says that he doesn't think he messed up. When I (very tactfully, mind you) told him differently... he said it had nothing to do with being drunk. Yeah. Sure. He was damn near passing out back there.

Well, maybe it's time to get back to the songs. Maybe it's the right time for the solo project. I love the band and will play every time our drummer can, but it's goddamn disheartening.

The jump...

How does one start a blog? Hell, if that's not a question tailor made for the 21st century then I wouldn't know what is.

Well, let's see.. the title comes from the band I'm in, Lawnchair. Thing are going well enough. We just released our second record (independently), "Hard to Swallow", with good reception at our well-attended CD release party. The band is in an odd spot right now. We took a bit of a break during the summer - which was much needed and enjoyed by me - that seems to have unraveled things a bit. As chief songwriter and all around fucking den mother for the band, I've had to scramble to get personnel and gigs back on track... but it's getting there.

Maybe what I should do here is give some back story to the songs... an exercise in narcissism if nothing else I suppose.

Hard to Swallow - is just a ramble about life's pit falls and this fucked up world of ours. The first verse is about love lost and personal mis-steps. The second verse is about W and his quest to FUBAR our whole ball of wax (yeah, it's been melting for years... that evil little bastard seems to be holding closer to the flame).

"The dunce is out of the corner,
He's right up on that hill.
The dunce is out of the corner,
He's right up on that (capital)hill.
Momma, I think that fool's gonna say something to get us all killed."


I guess that's a start. We'll see if I can keep this up. I've been writing a ton of songs... have enough keepers for a new record... probably enough for a solo project and a band project. Who knows if any of it will see the light of day.