That's gonna hurt...

...by which I mean my neck (and my hands, and my legs...). Tomorrow. See, earlier tonight was a QUICK KILL FORMULA show at Dingbatz with Metal Mike and Pain Museum. The way things are going lately, any QKF gig may just be the last QKF gig, so I decided to give it my all. There was a pretty good crowd, but one band cancelled/got booted out/whatever, so we had to go on a bit earlier than I had anticipated. I didn't get a chance to warm up at all, and that's bad. Halfway through the first tune, both of my hands cramped up. Bad. QKF shows are brief (40 minutes or so) but brutal. I am a professional (hee), so me and my crampy hands soldiered on. I think I did more headbanging during the set than I ever have (possible last gig and all that), so I'm certain my neck will be five kinds of sore in the morning. Also, my legs felt like jelly after the set. Much jumping around and foot-stomping and whatnot. That's the problem with playing QKF gigs so infrequently- my Metal Muscles tend to atrophy. I'm sure tomorrow will be rife with pain. But it's a good kind of pain.

So yeah, I haven't blogged in awhile. Whatever. It's funny-I forget that some (a few) people read and enjoy my ramblings, and they take me to task when I neglect to post for a while. It's flattering that anyone actually gives a flying fuck about this blog, and I thank you for your patronage. Weirdos.

Don't mistake my lack of updates for stagnancy. I've been quite busy. Here are some of the things I could write about, but choose not to, because I am lazy:

-The wedding I went to with Kelly (and Trout, and Cuzin' Alison), which was much fun, with the drinking and carrying on. I even danced a bit (just a bit) which is rare. The after-party at The Embassy Suites was kooky as well.

-Vulgarthon 2006, where I got to hang out with Kevin Smith, Brian O'Halloran, Jay Mewes, and others, and saw an advance screening of Clerks II with my sister, who rules for procuring the tickets to the event. Clerks II- funny fucking movie. Highly recommended.

-The Peeping Tom album that came out a week or so ago. Mike Patton has done it again. Go buy it. Now.

-The bunch of gigs I've done lately, one of which featured Crazy Wayne King on drums. Fun stuff. At one of the gigs (I believe it was the Wayne King gig) a semi-regular at The BAG told me that my singing voice makes her "swoon." No shit- she used the word "swoon." Plus, she's hot. That's awesome. I've been coasting on that all week. I don't really consider myself to be a singer, but I've been getting a lot of compliments on my voice lately, so I guess I don't suck.

[Since I'm busy blowing my own horn and patting myself on the back, I might as well write about how one of the clerks at Sam Ash in Paramus recognized me as "the bass player from Quick Kill Formula" Thursday afternoon. I was buying bass strings (it's that time of year) and he was ringing up my purchase. It turns out that his band (that he's no longer in, so they don't get a plug) played a show with us two years ago. I have no idea why or how he remembered me, since I'm pretty average looking, but it was still pretty cool. He told me he loves the band, and that I'm an "awesome" bassist. Rockstar Moment. Few and far between, that's what makes them so great.]

-X-Men III, which I saw opening day with Kenneth (a.k.a. DJ Wolverine). Good flick. A few minor quibbles (because I am a Comic Book Geek), but I can put that shit to the side and enjoy it for what it is- a Summertime Popcorn Action Movie. I'll probrably go see it again sometime this week...on weed!!!

-Maryland. I'm off to "The Land of Maries" tomorrow to party with my pal, Noelle. She's having a kegger kind of thang at her house, and it's always nice to get out of Dodge for a day or two. All I'm bringing is my guitar, a blanket, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. That's how I roll-be it the woods, or a friend's house. Sheeeit-I may even forgo the blanket. After all, I am Rugged and Manly.

-The ex-girlfriend (no, not THAT one) who attended the QKF gig tonight. We dated briefly, a few years ago, and I kind of ditched her. No bad feelings, though. In fact, she and her current beau have hit a bit of a "rough patch," and I selflessly offered to do dirty, naked things to her if she and her man don't reconcile. She smiled, winked and said "You never know..." Hee hee hee.


I could regale you all a bit more with tales of drunken foolishness and self-aggrandizement, but I should be making sleep very soon. I have a four-hour drive down to Maryland tomorrow, don't you know. I will most likely blog again upon my return.

If I return.

Snoogans.