Fuck the Philis!

I find my self questioning my happiness with my band on and off every month. I find it disheartening that when we write new music I can't find anything inspiring about it. I find my self wanting to write, which is good, but when I comes to it I have nothing to mind. I don't know if it's writers block or what. The more I think, the more I may want to look twords other things.

Long hard road.

Getting this touring thing behind me in small quantities is a good idea. I don't know why but this took alot out of me. I don't even think it was the two shows in a row and little amount of sleep, but the adventures in between, the messes and the crazyness. I thought Saturday night we were going to be leaving from Brandon to go to Orlando but I was wrong. We played in Brandon, initially no one showed up, but about an hour or so after getting set up and checking the nice little comic book shop next too the club out we had a good group in there, then the place was filled. We opened up because of a long list of things out of my hands. We played pretty damn well, Cancer Whore and Quarter the Villain loved it, so did the crowed. This was also the first time we played "8" and Chainsaw Hedgemaze Mayhem. Quarter the Villain told us some stories about the road through the south and the mishaps, and we got to know the good ole' boys from Louisiana's Cancer Whore. They are a bunch of fucking basket cases there. Not only the sick show both of them put on, but Han's, the owner of Black Coffee is a crazy fucker, some chicks come in just texting and not paying attention he throws them in the fray of the atmosphere.

We then get to the show the next day in Orlando at the Dungeon and the place is crazy inside, took us about half an hour to find it, come to find out it's 8 minutes from our hotel. We rocked that place, made some new friends and got to join the two bands on the last night of the tour. We thanked them and went back to the hotel. Woke up about an hour after we should of, got our shit, left, ate, hung out around downtown Disney, drove around and went through this wicked storm that was blinding. Literally couldn't see a foot infront of us.

Now I am home, and I am relaxing, stircrazy but sore. I know I can do this, but I need to build it up, I am way too exhausted right now to think it's a good idea though. So tonight I will probably do some sketches and tomorrow I am going to lay around.

Limbo for the forseeable future.

Well this has been a week of ups and downs and I am currently not in a good mood. This is me complaining. We are going to be playing the last half of the tour but, the band isn't doing too well. We are in the throes of confusion. Some of the members (including me oh so dearly) are looking to do music outside of the band, but keep with it as the main body. Then there are others that aren't happy with how one of us stated it, rightfully so. Now, then there are others that seem like they don't want anything to do with it anymore. I am getting to the point where what happens happens, I honestly don't know if one of the major components leaves if I would keep with it.

Now, I have had a great week of work, but have a horribly absent minded client that thinks I can read his mind when he wants something different. I am working on new logos and a myspace layout. But I also did the new album layout for Premature Burial which turned out great.