metallica - black album



doesn't albini call himself a "recordist" or something? i'm not sure. everyone should go download Shellac - Prayer to God.



band stuff is going well. patrick and taylor are getting along famously, i'm glad it's working out. since we've been practicing intensely, we're really getting tight, and are writing more stuff than ever. it's nice to just play bass sometimes, and not have to write all the songs, and just throw in little angles. w

yesterday i went to take my written driving test. a textbook example of bureaucracy followed. dad and i drive 30 minutes to the testing center. after much next-dooring (oh, we don't do that here, you'll have to go next door), i waited in line until my number was called. whereupon i'm informed that i need to buy a temps package before i can take the written. the whole point of waiting till i was 18 was to avoid having to get the temps. fuck that. and of course, for the temps package i have to have all those documents that i didn't bring...and of course, they close in ten minutes. at least i got to spend time with my old man. we listened to the radio, and we talked about things that had happened to us. he's a cool guy.

NP: Bad Brains - Pay To Cum



so much bullshit.

if it wasn't for the band i'd have left a long time ago. tell me, friends and lovers, is this a good thing?

i s'pose if i was truly together, a post-punk warrior-monk, if i was at zen with myself, then i wouldn't have to ask.



word i haven't seen/heard/used in a while: grok. heinlein, baby. ol' bobby h.



i'm slowly experiencing the shift to exploitive animal. be nice because some day you may need to crash on their couch...hate them with all you have, but smile and give 'em a hug, talk 'em out of it. i don't there are but three people i genuinely like because they're good people and not because i owe it to them.



NP: Bad Brains - Don't Bother Me



goodbye.

jared shook his head, smiled and said to me "you can do better, rafe...a lot better."



he's right. jesus on a stick, boys and girls, he's right.



he thinks i should take out a personal: failed musician and struggling writer seeks art school dropout, proficient at bass, french. glasses a plus.



i'm hanging out with him soon.



sure i'm charles buster kane, but you gotta love me...

i kicked dave out of the band. i'm still sorting things out with taylor. emmy said he took it kind of hard, and i have to say that i really pulled the carpet out from under him. he knew but i don't think he believed. that we were going to get someone else. poor dave.



i'm learning many things.

now playing: the jimi hendrix experience - manic depression





i wish i could caress

a kiss

a kiss



manic depression

is a full straight in this.



(i'm stoned.)

now playing: Body Count - Cop Killer



me: today something funny happened. i got arrested again. this time for something worthwhile.

ania: oh god

ania: why?

me: public indeceny!

ania: hahahah

ania: do tell

me: not even ten seconds

ania: oh dear god rafe

me: but the cop was turned the corner

ania: haha

me: and i said to myself

me: "fuck, a car. at least it's not a cop"

me: and then the spot came on

ania: hahaa

me: and i was like "MOTHERFUCKER!"

me: the funny part, the ironic part, is

ania: haha

ania: oh?

me: they had to call in backup

me: cause

me: i'm so hardcore

ania: back up?

me: yeah. it takes two police to handle rafe davis and his urinary device



second offense in as many weeks.



f tha po-po

subtlety.

live by it, right? right.

buddha: 8 fold path. speech, action, livelihood. exertion, awareness, concentration. aspiration, understanding. moderate in all, follow the middle way.

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hemingway and i have something in common: neither of us like anarchists.

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it's been a hell of a week.

33's first show was thursday. wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible. people showed up. didn't leave and didn't get bored. afterwards the whole crew ended up at the buzz, and i pissed off taylor because i did what i always do and assumed too much. i should only deal with certaintys from now on. but i betcha i won't.



patrick saw the show, and want's to join the band. gonna try him out tomorrow. things look good. it's gonna be hard to solve out what's gonna happen with dave. i'm thinking that since we have three amps now, we can have him play some keyboards.

the girls are also coming over tomorrow.



i listened to the stooges today, mostly. and then belted along to weezer's blue. worked on the guitars, and housework. went for a bike ride around 8 - it was dark, and just rained, cold and clear, and you could see. stopped by ally's and said hi to mrs. bronnert. thought about smoking a cig. and thought about who cared. and didn't.



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so long and thanks for all the goats.

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i have no idea why i'm saying goodbye.