Good day to you.
It's been a while since I've updated this little rag of mine, hasn't it? I guess it's easy to let things slip away when you've been as busy as I've been lately. Now I know how that guy who wrote "Cat's in the Cradle" felt!
You don't know it, but I can hear you all the way from here. You're asking "Well, what the fuck have you been DOING, then, Mr. Butthole?" To which I am wont to reply, "Oh come now, Mr. Butthole is my father; call me Cobra!" But seriously, there's been so much stuff going on lately, it's been kind of stupid that I haven't updated in so long, and it's been even stupider that I didn't bother to delete the page entirely. It's not easy being internet famous, even if you're not actually internet famous. You know what I mean?
First off, I've been spending a bunch of my time taking part in the Living Doorway Fit Club (note that the link only takes you to part three), which is a solitary venture in my case; JGD lives out in Oregon, where I go to visit from time to time, but we don't socialize or ride bikes together on a regular basis. Or ever. And since the rest of the world doesn't care about a download blog for people who are in to crusty death metal, it leaves it up to me alone to achieve my fitness goals. But I have the power! As a matter of fact, I've been able to tone up and trim down using nothing but ancient Chinese secrets, those ads on the side of Facebook that boast about people who personal trainers hate, and paying people around me to scream at me day and night about how fat I am. They do it for almost nothing! Using this method, I've managed to go from flab to fab. Just look at these pictures if you don't believe me:
Before:
You can tell he's fat because of the slice of candy-covered pizza and the half eaten burrito
And now I look like this!
It's important to only develop your body in parts where it isn't a sex crime to show it off in public. Otherwise, fitness is useless.
Do I still breath heavily while I eat? Do I still have a hard time climbing the single set of stairs that lead up to my apartment? The answer to both is "Fuck yeah! But look at my arms!"
What takes up most of my time, though, is my relentless, obsessive-to-the-point-of-being-a-mental-patient need to play guitar. You know how much time it takes to hammer away at scales and arpeggios and tasty licks? If you're like me, it takes forever, and if they paid you to do it, you'd be able to stay in your bedroom and practice all day even though you don't have a band or any prospect of a band. I played with a band for a while, though, whose music I didn't much care for. And you won't either! Take a look at some videos on a Blogspot I created for the band and feel free to make fun of me in the comments. Is it in bad taste to post something like this on my blog? Maybe, but as I have to keep pointing out to the people around me, I'm not a journalist, and as such, journalistic integrity means nothing to me. You can also hear bad music I've been obsessing over in lieu of writing this blog at my Soundcloud site. It's all poorly produced and played by Yours Truly, so again, hit the comments and let me know how gay I am.
What I'm trying to say is that I haven't forgotten about you, Interhole Nation. I've just been busy trying to become the wankiest guitarist with the most absurd set of pythons who ever lived (except for that guy from Brain Drill. I'll never be that wanky or that bicep heavy, no matter how hard I try). In fact, I've been steadily squirreling away little nuggets of things to write about, and between the new Meshuggah record, the new Black Breath record, new High on Fire, SXSW, and how monumentally hammered I got on St. Patrick's Day, I've got lots to talk about. Maybe I'll actually talk about some if it.
But not now. I'm off now to tempt fate by riding my ancient bike around in the Texas rain, my increasingly beefy guns glistening and flecked with dirt from the asphalt, swallowing lots of bugs (tis the season) whose calories I've had to account for in my increasingly strict diet, which now consists of bugs I accidentally eat while riding my bike and Jameson. Because I care about my health.
