So it's officially up on the Kilby Court website. My little solo project, Samson & Goliath, is opening for The Show is the Rainbow on May 26th. I'm incredibly, unbelievably stoked. I'm grateful just to be opening. That's the surprise I've been keeping from the public for a long time. The official listing is The Show is the Rainbow, Samson & Goliath, and Marcus Bentley. The excitement is literally like a wave sweeping over me. I'm awash in nervous champagne bubbles. My stomach feels like a fluttering moth.
Anyway, because of this upcoming show, my friend Elan and I are going to Marmalade tonight to practice. He's helping me out with percussion and maybe a second guitar. I'm thinking about it, but I may even ask him to join my band. He and I have spoken of an alliance. The only problem I can foresee is that he might not want to take my band's name. (It's a marriage, apparently.) Either way, tonight we're going to break out our guitars and our money for cheesecake, and then we'll start playing until our fingers are all blistery.
The blisters make it hard to hold hands with loved ones.
A few days ago, I had to poop in public for the second time in the existence of this blog. It wasn't an epic journey that I planned. I went to the bathroom merely to evacuate my bladder, and boy, was I surprised to find that this thing was happening whether I wanted it to or not. I totally wanted to start crying. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. The whole ordeal was started because of the popular apple drink, Simply Apple. Simply Apple is what happens when you take thirty apples and juice them and then, some poor sap like me goes and drinks two glasses a day.
Oh, the fiber! The nightmare of fiber!
Anyway, because of this upcoming show, my friend Elan and I are going to Marmalade tonight to practice. He's helping me out with percussion and maybe a second guitar. I'm thinking about it, but I may even ask him to join my band. He and I have spoken of an alliance. The only problem I can foresee is that he might not want to take my band's name. (It's a marriage, apparently.) Either way, tonight we're going to break out our guitars and our money for cheesecake, and then we'll start playing until our fingers are all blistery.
The blisters make it hard to hold hands with loved ones.
A few days ago, I had to poop in public for the second time in the existence of this blog. It wasn't an epic journey that I planned. I went to the bathroom merely to evacuate my bladder, and boy, was I surprised to find that this thing was happening whether I wanted it to or not. I totally wanted to start crying. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. The whole ordeal was started because of the popular apple drink, Simply Apple. Simply Apple is what happens when you take thirty apples and juice them and then, some poor sap like me goes and drinks two glasses a day.
Oh, the fiber! The nightmare of fiber!
Anyway, that's about it. I could tell you about the fucked up weather in Utah right now, but seriously? Weather is what I have to resort to? Weather? Seriously. I'm thinking that this whole global climate shift thing is a catastrophe, just because I CAN'T WEAR A SHORT SLEEVED SHIRT TWO DAYS IN A ROW. Also? George Bush is a bad president.
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