Saturday, April 14, 2007

can you see the sky turn red?

I've been in Texas for the last 3 days and that small amount of time has fanned my hate of texas from a spark into an inquenchable flame. Every time we plays shows here there always seems to be fights that involve either, a. A. a brick, B. a broken corona bottle. C. antlers of a deceased animal. In my opinion, explosions in the sky and barbecue are the only redeeming qualities in an other wise wholly evil place.
I had a dream this morning where I met dustin kensrue, and no joke, I went up to him and in a sheepish and nervous voice, admitted that he was one of my biggest musical influences and asked if he would be kind enough to take a cd of my band life in your way. he accepted and I soiled myself.