A new daydream today involves Ryan Clark and Benjamin Burnley doing a duet. A girl can dream, can't she?
I watched the new Tourniquet video first thing, with coffee. I don't know why I did that. I think it's part three of a set that began with Red Cold River. It's uh..very metal. The song is amazing but sometimes I think musicians should stop with making videos. Even as they've been my bread and butter, they generally suck, honestly. Even some of the ones I've been in. Some are fucking breathtaking, but then again, that's rare. I used to hate live concert video compilations and now I think that's the way to go.
I pre-ordered the new War and Peace albums this morning from Demon Hunter. Now I have two more songs, though I can't seem to take Carry Me Down (the piano version) off today's pedestal, on repeat in the rain as I conclude that I have used up all of my nine lives as a curious cat and I now wish to be a fly on the wall, hearing everything or nothing at all as PJ holds his ground against whatever kind but menacing discussion he and Caleb are having.
Leave it, Lochlan orders. He's distracted, up to his neck in Henry's computer, optimizing the motherboard or something. Henry is learning as much as Lochlan knows as fast as Lochlan can teach him. Together they figured out they missed a step when they built the machine and I still can't figure out how to turn on the monitor.
As long as I can figure out how to get to my music I'm fine. This annoys Caleb to no end, who, against Ben's express instructions, tried to teach me to use Spotify. Spotify is a heated topic in this house. Very precious few people have it as the pricing on the back end is detrimental to the artists you're listening to. I balk at renting my music besides that. Fuck that noise. I need to own it.
PJ is back in a few minutes.
What body part has he threatened to take from you in the night and sell on the black market? I bet I can guess.
PJ makes a face. What? No. He just wanted to know where I am in this new hierarchy.
Below me, obvs.
Well, obvs. He just wants to make sure I'm below him.
And what did you say?
You don't want me to repeat it.
Hell, yes I do.
I asked him when the last time he had good pussy was.
Okay, yeah, I don't want to know. Never mind. I hate that word.
I needed to be crass to make a point with him.
Which was?
You call the shots. Not him.
And from deep inside the computer case, now up to his shoulders, Lochlan laughed.
I watched the new Tourniquet video first thing, with coffee. I don't know why I did that. I think it's part three of a set that began with Red Cold River. It's uh..very metal. The song is amazing but sometimes I think musicians should stop with making videos. Even as they've been my bread and butter, they generally suck, honestly. Even some of the ones I've been in. Some are fucking breathtaking, but then again, that's rare. I used to hate live concert video compilations and now I think that's the way to go.
I pre-ordered the new War and Peace albums this morning from Demon Hunter. Now I have two more songs, though I can't seem to take Carry Me Down (the piano version) off today's pedestal, on repeat in the rain as I conclude that I have used up all of my nine lives as a curious cat and I now wish to be a fly on the wall, hearing everything or nothing at all as PJ holds his ground against whatever kind but menacing discussion he and Caleb are having.
Leave it, Lochlan orders. He's distracted, up to his neck in Henry's computer, optimizing the motherboard or something. Henry is learning as much as Lochlan knows as fast as Lochlan can teach him. Together they figured out they missed a step when they built the machine and I still can't figure out how to turn on the monitor.
As long as I can figure out how to get to my music I'm fine. This annoys Caleb to no end, who, against Ben's express instructions, tried to teach me to use Spotify. Spotify is a heated topic in this house. Very precious few people have it as the pricing on the back end is detrimental to the artists you're listening to. I balk at renting my music besides that. Fuck that noise. I need to own it.
PJ is back in a few minutes.
What body part has he threatened to take from you in the night and sell on the black market? I bet I can guess.
PJ makes a face. What? No. He just wanted to know where I am in this new hierarchy.
Below me, obvs.
Well, obvs. He just wants to make sure I'm below him.
And what did you say?
You don't want me to repeat it.
Hell, yes I do.
I asked him when the last time he had good pussy was.
Okay, yeah, I don't want to know. Never mind. I hate that word.
I needed to be crass to make a point with him.
Which was?
You call the shots. Not him.
And from deep inside the computer case, now up to his shoulders, Lochlan laughed.