You Have A Special Heart That I'm Afraid To Touch...

...only because I know that it's been hurt enough. I knew that someday you'd have to go away, but promise that you'll never change. I care for you and everything that you hold onto. I swear I do, and if you're not the praying type, I'll wish upon a star for you."
--Super Famicom

So I go to the doctor to get my throat checked out, right? Well, I sit there for awhile until the doctor comes in and then tell him my symptoms, ending with "I think I've strained my voice and messed up something...I've been resting for nearly 2 months and the pain still hasn't gone away." He nods the whole time and then for about 15 minutes and he babbles and tells me absolutely nothing I haven't already said, finally shutting up with "I think you've strained your voice...I dunno what the problem is. Rest for 2 or 3 weeks and see if it goes away then come see me." He didn't check anything at all (although he did ask if I had a sexy voice). Needless to say, I'm not going back to him. I made an appointment with Wendy Smith, but it's unfortunately nearly a month away. Hopefully I won't do any further damage between now and then, if I've even actually done any.

So I'm kinda liking Multimedia now. It's not only easy, but pretty fun, and I've actually learned a decent amount of stuff in there. My group basically gives me full say in music and it's pretty awesome.

On a totally unrelated note, I think I'm gonna go buy some screen printing stuff this weekend. If I'm not working, anyway. I've been meaning to get all the stuff for awhile now, but have never had the chance to. You know what this means? "Dick Dak Rob" and "BATCHELOR SUCKS" shirts coming soon. Yes.

Also on an unrelated note, if you were wondering about the show on Monday...It didn't go so well either. 4 people. Again. This time I wound up buying $40 worth of stuff from the two guys who played and still felt terrible. I'm sure I'll sell their stuff and make most of my money back, but still. I need to stop doing that. Oh wait. I am. Well...After a few commitments I've already made.

Anyway, I think I'm done babbling. Have a good day.

I Need Recourse For the Course I'm Taking...

Well, the show today went pretty terribly. I'm not surprised though. Things were actually looking good at one point -- Ed said he was bringing several people and so did Kane from Suches. Well, no such luck. It was me, Stephanie, Pierce, Skye, and Ellie. Dustin showed up about an hour late and we kinda had to rush. Dustin played and was really good. I wound up buying 20 bucks worth of stuff from him even though I already had half of it because I felt bad. There's video of part of the show here, ignore the terrible singing along: http://youtube.com/profile?user=DakotaFloyd

I've been blessed with the gift of good music in the past two days. Yesterday Wilson sent me a copy of "The Lonely City," which is amazing. Today, I received my Hop Along, Queen Anslesis album which is also fantastic. I also bought 2 new Dustin and the Furniture albums today and they're quite pleasant as well. So much to listen to, so little time! I love it all.

I'm playing a show tomorrow. Not solo though. It's me, Johnathan Roach, and like a million other people playing praise and worship songs at House of Prayer church to kick of their youth group starting back again. The songs are boring, but it's something to do and they asked if I'd help so I didn't wanna let them down.

The next actual show is Monday, the 27th. Real Live Tigers and Sam King are playing at my house. It should be fun. Hopefully it'll turn out better than today's show did.

For the first time in almost two years, I don't have any shows booked after Monday. I've been trying to get Paul Baribeau and Defiance, Ohio to come play, because they're passing right through here, but it looks like they're going to be doing just that -- passing through. Not like anyone would come to their shows anyway.

School has been going alright. AP Language is my favorite class so far. Physics is getting confusing now, making me wish I had taken Advanced Algebra / Trig last year. Yargh. Oh well. Can't change that now.

Anyway, it's almost 1AM and I have school tomorrow. I'm out.

It's Time To Go Back Home...

...where the ocean knows me as its own, where I will live and see through the waves, and not let them hold me, try to push them away, but accept them and know their place in the deep black ocean where I'll spend my days being active, brave, and also sitting still. Dancing on nothing is easy when you don't need time to kill. So here is living, striding along upon the train, looking out at the scenery, but not looking down at the track, 'cause there's no time for that.
--Dustin & the Furniture

Well, school has begun. I'm going to have a busy schedule, but I'm actually quite looking forward to the challenge. I have Physics, Advanced Algebra and Trig, Multimedia (ha), and AP Language. It's kind of weird -- I didn't even want Multimedia, everyone in there is an idiot, but I somehow managed to get it BOTH semesters. I think Mrs. Payne had a hand in that because last year when I was in Computer Apps first semester she offered to let me just go straight into it the next semester without taking Business Data Apps or whatever that class is. But yea. Weird. I dunno why she wants me to be in there so bad. Anyway, I'm still doing marching band for anyone wondering, I'm just not in the class. Obviously. But enough about that.

The show scheduled for last Sunday / Monday was a total disaster. ONE person showed up. Thank you Michael Driskell. The show Tuesday was a little better, with a grand total of 7. I actually enjoyed that one being smaller though. It was fun. But that's beside the point. I'm thinking of not doing shows anymore. No one cares, save a handful of people, and I love them for it. It's just tiresome, promoting and promoting and promoting and only getting a handful, and then when they're there all they do is talk. I don't mind paying people out of pocket, which I always do, but it's just not fair for the bands and musicians who put faith in me to set up a decent show getting a crappy crowd. Oh well. I'm gonna try a few more shows and if they bomb, I suppose that's the end. It's sad, but I'm tired of feeling terrible after every show. I just want to make people happy.

Although the shows may be going away, which I hope they...uhhh....don't, Bonfire Club Records will still be kicking. Planned releases as of now: Miles Ramsay / Jon Crocker(?) split CD, Patrick Cadaver CD, Fall '07 Sampler (maybe). I will also be getting buttons and maybe new stickers soon. Well...If I get around to it. And if anyone cares (out of all 2 people that read this. I don't even think it's that many, but who cares?), I still have tons of copies of our other releases. They're all sold at cost. In case you didn't know, that means they're really cheap. So check it out. Or not. Whatever.

I miss all of my friends. My summer was miserable.

My throat is still killing me. I really need to get it checked out in case I'm actually doing some serious damage. My singing voice has really been taking a hit from this and it's really annoying, especially because my singing voice is already pretty terrible. It's really noticeable too, check it if you get bored: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bowmJk6ZFok

I need something new. This tired cycle has me down. I want to start fresh somewhere new. Make new friends (ha...me with friends...right), meet new people, explore new places, try new things. I wonder how much more I can fit into this crowded, crazy heart...Blah, maybe something monumental will happen soon? Only I don't see it happening in Blairsville. You know, as much as people assume I hate Blairsville, I really don't. I enjoy it here. The scenery is quite nice and I really like the everyone-knows-everyone thing we have going on. Sure, there's never anything to do, but that's how Blairsville needs to be. Lately Blairsville has had me bummed out though. Maybe it's seeing the same faces in the same places following the same routines day after day. Who knows? I think I just need out for awhile.

I'm gone. Later.