some guy in some band in some city
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tiny_voicesit's funny how i'm sitting here, just across the room from you, feeling like you're an ocean away from me. or more accurately, that i'm an ocean away from you. it's funny how it always comes down to me, or it seems to, at least. i think of the way promises sit on your lips, perched on your teeth. i think of the way your eyes only meet mine for fleeting moments. what do you see when you look at me? do you see the same promises, or are they already broken before they leave my throat? maybe it's more likely you see nothing. that wouldn't surprise me, that you look at me and think nothing in particular. a neutral entity. just some guy. some guy in some band in some city, who cares. that stings like a fucking wasp but it wouldn't surprise me at all.
sound check is still ringing in my ears. i'm nervous. that's not new, i'm used to getting nervous before each show, but somehow this one feels different. i guess it's because you're going to be in the crowd. i won't know what to do if i see you out there, under the darkness and the lights and the screaming and sweating, unaffected and not caring. you're good at that. too good at it. i have to let it push me forward, to make me scream harder (haha) or else i'll stumble and panic and disappoint everyone.
i was gonna write something about the double edged sword of being the center of attention but i'm gonna try to have some dignity. gods. get a grip.
niko keeps saying this weird thing about VHS tapes. jesse's pissed at him for it but he keeps laughing so he's not actually mad. liz said she's gonna stop smoking again. for reals this time. i hope she can. mat joked about slapping the cigs out of her hands but liz said he should and she wasn't joking. they keep trying to cheer me up and it works sometimes. between shows (and trashing truck stops, ha) we've been watching a lot of Cricket Cabin. funny, comforting in a quiet-evening-grandma's-blanket sort of way. "ah, woe is me, tortured artist, i'm always climbing myself into trees and tossin' rocks at myself. wait, that's good, i gotta write that one down. the fellas at the Ol' Saddle will love that one..."
anyway, if you're in Crowdshade tonight and you want to get sweaty, come see us. treehaus, 8 pm.
-dammmmm gus
[posted by dam_gus on Saturday, Hellex 26th, 1003 @ 4:34 PM]
sound check is still ringing in my ears. i'm nervous. that's not new, i'm used to getting nervous before each show, but somehow this one feels different. i guess it's because you're going to be in the crowd. i won't know what to do if i see you out there, under the darkness and the lights and the screaming and sweating, unaffected and not caring. you're good at that. too good at it. i have to let it push me forward, to make me scream harder (haha) or else i'll stumble and panic and disappoint everyone.
i was gonna write something about the double edged sword of being the center of attention but i'm gonna try to have some dignity. gods. get a grip.
niko keeps saying this weird thing about VHS tapes. jesse's pissed at him for it but he keeps laughing so he's not actually mad. liz said she's gonna stop smoking again. for reals this time. i hope she can. mat joked about slapping the cigs out of her hands but liz said he should and she wasn't joking. they keep trying to cheer me up and it works sometimes. between shows (and trashing truck stops, ha) we've been watching a lot of Cricket Cabin. funny, comforting in a quiet-evening-grandma's-blanket sort of way. "ah, woe is me, tortured artist, i'm always climbing myself into trees and tossin' rocks at myself. wait, that's good, i gotta write that one down. the fellas at the Ol' Saddle will love that one..."
anyway, if you're in Crowdshade tonight and you want to get sweaty, come see us. treehaus, 8 pm.
-dammmmm gus
[posted by dam_gus on Saturday, Hellex 26th, 1003 @ 4:34 PM]
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