Summertime Spending

It seems that the hotter it gets in Phoenix during the summer months, the faster money burns holes in my pockets. For one, there is usually 1 or 2 kick ass concerts that need to be seen. This summer it is Gigantour – a co-headlining tour with Dream Theater and Megadeth. Not to mention Fear Factory, Dillinger Escape Plan, and Symphony X (all bands I look forward to seeing).

Of course, you can add System of a Down, OzzFest, Tool, and Michael Bolton to the list of potential shows to see this summer as well – that’s $150-$250 just on concerts.

Then you have Phoenix Down, who is playing this Saturday Night. I’ll probably go and get a new pair of pants and possible a shirt too so that I look money; you know – like the bomb. Plus we will be trying to get 2 more shows this summer and we are planning to record a full-length album in September or so. $$$

Finally on my list is the splurge purchase. Last year, I bought my keyboard (Motif ES 8). This year, I decided to get a “Mobile Music Creation System”, aka “Portable Full-Tilt Poker Money Desintegrator”, aka “Do Workstuff from Starbucks (if need be) Machine”, aka Dell Inspiron 9300 laptop (with 1GB Dual Channel DDR2 SDRAM).

Next stop – Dodge Magnumville. But that is quite a long journey from here…

Wanted… Dead or Alive

I, along with John, went to the birthday party on Saturday night. I certainly didn’t add my 2 cents to the musical stylings while the party was hopping. I had to go see a friend’s band play, so I left the party early. But I did return. And also sang a very poor rendition of “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Jon Bon Jovi. I couldn’t find anything that I would normally be willing to sing (such as “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd or “I’m Just a Girl” by No Doubt), so I gave it a shot and realized that I just couldn’t hack it. Thanks to the B-day boy, we made it through it. And by that point there were maybe 7 people left there.

It figures – I may be incredibly musically talented, but I just cannot hack the lead vocals – especially the higher stuff. My voice just cracks and then my throat is sore and I talk funny for the rest of the night. But if you come to the Phoenix Down show in 3 weeks, you will see a different side of me 🙂

Really, though, the most interesting part of my weekend took place on Friday night. The guys and I went to see an old friend, who was in town to visit her sick dad (my prayers are with you and your family, Stephanie). And I expected to see Courtney for the first time in over 2 years. Which I did. There she was, sitting a bit away from the main table, conveniently on the opposite side of where we were sitting. After a beer and a smoke, I made the move to talk to her. I went up, tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a big hug. We talked for a few minutes, but like is usual in a bar, you can barely understand what one or the other is saying. Then that was pretty much it for the rest of the night. There were a few minutes of friendly banter, including a nice slap on the shoulder from her for me still smoking. I just smiled and laughed.

I think I came out as the better of the two of us. First, I approached her; I don’t think she had the guts to approach me. Second, while the group was talking for most of the night, she took several phone calls and was writing text messages. Most likely to the new person in her life about what she was thinking while I was there. Not that I am judging her, but hey – I was comfortable talking with her, why was she so worried about talking to me?

Either way, it was good to see her again and to get some demons out of my head. Also, it was great to see Steph. I always cherish her company, even if some others don’t. I think I may take a vacation this summer and go to Chicago to visit her. And see a Cubs game.


Consider this post an apology.

I, in a post which is now deleted, referenced a coworker. Nothing derogatory towards this person was said. But the FCC made it known that it should be removed.

I don’t feel as though I did anything wrong, but probably should not have used the name of someone who doesn’t read my blog – the chances of it getting back to that person are relatively small, and yet these things happen to me on a regular basis.

So, from now on, I censor my own posts. If you are not a relative, best friend, or subscriber to my blog, then your name will be withheld. Nevermind that this is my personal journal – it just doesn’t happen to have a lock on it.