andyman wrote:Creepy people who decide to hug musicians (they don't know) after the show...
really, Fuck Off.

(shudders..)

Agreed.

Respect the personal space rule, creepy people.

So Andy, how was the show, you have a good time?

andyman wrote:People at shows who decide they'd rather have a conversation right in front of my head...

People at shows who decide to loudly sing along (especially, despite being the only one doing so)...

Creepy people who decide to hug musicians (they don't know) after the show...


really, Fuck Off.

When you get into the place nice and early and get yourself a nice spot and you're all in tight and then some fucking cunt and his/her mate come and stand/squeeze and push past right in front of your face...and then start talking and just talk through out the whole show. Why can't they do that at the back, or outside where they can hear each other?

I also have a pet hate of people singing along really loudly next to your ear, you pay to watch the band, not have some lame, tit ego shout in your ear prooving to everyone that they know all the words and they're so far out and get into it more than you. Perhaps I care about other people around me enjoying the show more than you do you fucking dolt?

My suggestion to you is to get horrid pissed up and just be a fucking a-hole at every show you go to, really stick it to them.

I hate to say it but other musicians are often the most guilty of this. More than once I've had a couple rockers next to me who give a running commentary throughout the entire show. "What pedals is he using?" "ooh, nice Rickenbacker!" "Did you see the show where Lemmy came on stage with them?'

Just on and on...

really annoying...

Nina wrote:So Andy, how was the show, you have a good time?

Hey Nina, nice of you to ask.

Yeah, it wasn't bad. My first time seeing Jim White play - he's awesome. Although, I got that weird sweaty feeling half way through and my back started to hurt.

I'm old and i'm not even 21.


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most likely to a neighbor:

thanks for keeping tabs on my comings and goings the last 2 weeks. your first coming after my going did not warrant you the ownership of my gary fisher mountain bike. nor did the second visit warrant you ownership of my bajaj chetak motor scooter, and with the third visit you let yourself into the house to take some of the simple, useable, and enjoyable things my roomate and i worked for and earned. please stop by again! the house is ready for you, if i happen to be home, i'll be ready too...

there were some semi-professional type teenage buggers at the practice space today. oh man they were dicks.

like walking into out space and fiddling with the kit looking for stuff while we were playing and their girlfriends were mooching around in adoration. urgh.

(18 minutes of tape hiss...)

Last night, riding my bike down Damen Ave, this car was driving slowly in front of me in THE FUCKING BIKE LANE. I couldn't get past him because other cars were passing him by. He was driving like this for 2 blocks.

Finally, I got a chance to pass him up. But something compelled me to look into his car. It was a gangbanger lookin' dude with a couple of his buddies. He had his seat pushed way back and was chillin' while driving. I couldn't help but notice the window was rolled down. He didn't even look at me. He started merging back into the correct lane, but I was right next to him.

I was compelled even more.

"Hey buddy, you wanna pick a lane or are you just gonna keep blocking me?" I said, really irritated.

"Oh, sorry man. I'm just gonna turn up here."

"Well, pick a fucking lane and do it," I said. He finally turned, but he let me pass him up eventually.

So, car driving gangbanger dude, FUCK OFF.

"Oh, sorry man. I'm just gonna turn up here."

I'm thinking coulda been worse.

this fucking cough I've had for like 3 weeks now - FUCK COUGH!
the rain - FUCK OFF!
The Carlos Tevez debacle - FUCK OFF!