You know that little decorative added weed in a bouquet they call "Baby's Breath"? Why do they call that baby's breath? What in the fuck does that have to do with a baby, and more importantly... its breath? That makes no sense to me at all. If your baby is exhaling that shit, it is not a beautiful thing. Something is very wrong.
This weekend while staying in a hotel room, I was wondering why it's an industry standard to not be in the room when housekeeping comes in and cleans. I just want to stay in there one day. When they come in, see me laying on the bed and say "Oh, I come back soon...", I just want to go "No. I want you to clean it with me in here. I want to see what you do." Then I will ask for their autograph.
In our old bandroom, located in a garage behind Paul, Adam, and Talley's house, we'd get the cops called on us every time we practiced. But why is it that if a car alarm is going off in your apt complex at 4 in the morning, nobody does shit? It can just go off all night. Over and over. I think I'm going to test this theory by starting a band that sounds just like a car alarm. We'll play 45 minute sets in various apt complex parking lots. I'm working on our myspace profile now.
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