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Played at the Scene in Glendale last night. It seems like quite a cool bar, and one of the few places I’ve played at where they actually have rooms for the bands to store their shit before going on stage. Didn’t play so well, though - missed a bunch of notes and was late on some slides. Whatever, I guess. Amp still sounds fantastic but I think I might switch back to using the Rat next weekend instead of the amp’s dirty/more dirty channels, which I think are sounding good, but a little too muddy.
The really cool part was that two old friends showed up, neither of whom I have seen in a long time. We took off about mid-way through the next band and went to the Roost to chill out and catch up.
I’m starting to realize that my track record with keeping up with friends is absolute shit. Weak.
Spent this morning reading about Saddam Hussein being captured.
It’s raining.
What the fuck, Jung? How come everyone gets invited to your gigs, but me. I made you, Jung. I could destroy you.
Reasons Jung doesn’t invite me to ANY of his gigs:
-I make him nervous and he is afraid I will throw off his performance.
-He doesn’t want me to distract the audience.
-I’ll take too much of his tail.
-He hates me.
-His gigs don’t actually exist. It is just a cover, so that people can sit around and talk about all the things they are going to buy me for xmas.
-He wants to woo me with his songs in a private moment.
-My weak arms would not be able to support his body if he decided to stage dive.
No matter what I’ve been worked. Jung, you are wack.
Mr. Jung is too modest about his guitar playing. He is great, you can never tell his mistakes, and his leads sing through. yeah, Mr. Jung, you do kinda suck at keeping tabs with friends, but when it’s time to chill, you’re an easy SOB to get ahold of
You were on the email, homeboy…