5:36 pm
It’s 5:30 and I just got a text. It’s Alexis. She’s saying something about being stoked, or being fucking stoked or being stoked fucking. Something. It’s probable about the show. I’m planning on meeting her in the city at about nine to see Victor’s show. Victor came to our show last Saturday. I’m totally got a crush on him. Not sexual or nothing. He’s just so friendly. The first time I met him at Gary’s show a couple weeks ago, he just came right up and talked to me. Outta the blue. Friendly. Funny too. I wrote my status as being a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm and he almost instantly responded with how he was the runway son of the nuclear a-bomb. Duh. I don’t know what his band sounds like but I hope they’re good. It’ll be fun either way.
I’m gonna go after the meeting. Well, during, actually. I agreed, last week to come early and greet this Monday so I’ll get there at 7:30, stay through the speaker and leave about 8:30, catch the BART and, hopefully, get there by nine. It’s all right, I went to a meeting earlier too.
I’m trying to get another show for the Gums. I wrote to a venue today with an idea. We’ll see if they respond. I’ve got three other bands. Two friends’ bands which are pretty popular. That should help. Also, Planet Planet, Alexis’ other band with Chris. They were “Moms” until a few days ago. I kinda like the old name better and I find it more fitting. Planet Planet is a great name too, though.
I’m listening to “Killed By Death” on my computer. I downloaded all, like, fifteen fucking volumes and I’ve just got it going through them all. It’s great ‘cause I can just listen to sort-of generic early punk rock without having to flip the record or find something new every thirty minutes. It’s good.
