"Home Is Where The Heart Aches"

Well, it's just you and I again, kids. I feel we've had this very same conversation before. Once again, I have nothing going on here and I have zero to actually write about. So why am I doing it you ask? Mostly because I have about 45 more minutes left of work to kill. Yep, I'm back in New York state as of last Friday and yep, I'm back at my soul devouring, spirit killing job as a counselor. Eh, wait, the soul devouring part isn't true. I actually signed over my conscience/soul to my college roommate in 2001 for a Marlboro Light cigarette. Looking back I made the correct choice. But please know that every time I step into this office, another piece of me dies. Sound good?

Polar Bear Club. Maybe you've heard of them. Well, they're still in Seattle recording their follow up to "Sometimes Things Go One Track Too Long". Let's hope they don't pull a Stryder and release a second full length along the lines of "Jungle City Twitch". If you get that joke, you're too old to be reading this blog. But seriously, I've heard some pre-production songs and I'm really excited to hear everything come together in the end. I think Nate told me they were actually starting vocals today but I may have made that up, who knows. Even though they're plugging along, Polar Bear Club is also falling apart without me. For instance, Jimmy tells me dishes are starting to pile up in the studio kitchen. If I was there, I wouldn't let that happen. I keep house better than any soccer mom. Apparently, Emmett had a brief stay in an urgent care center. If Trevor was still in Seattle I'd have Emmett nursing at my teat and back in tip top shape in a matter of minutes. Don't under estimate my teats. The van. PBC's transportation has been stuck in a garage getting the breaks worked on for about a week now. If Seattle was still my home....no, wait, fuck that. I don't do vans but you already knew this, didn't you?

As I mentioned in my last entry, there was nothing for me really to do in Seattle unless you count eating five grilled cheese sandwiches a day and staring at a computer for ten straight hours activities. Wait, when other PBC-ers were in the actual studio, I did sneak off numerous times a day, to the bathroom, in order to treat my body as if it were some sort of amusement park. The sort of amusement park that has been foreclosed and neglected for years. Think lots of sad clowns and a rollercoaster that was shut down due to a couple kids being decapitated. It's ok, I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. There was still the highlight of the PBC, Have Heart, Shook Ones, Comadre, and Rotting Out show. Shook Ones are one of my favorite current bands and it was great to catch up with all of the Have Heart dudes again after not seeing them for a couple weeks. It would have been nice to speak with Pat Flynn for a bit but he rolls with an entourage so deep it was literally impossible to get within 30 feet. This is what happens when hardcore goes to your heads, kids. Don't be like Pat.

The actual show took place at a VFW hall and brought out over 200 kids. Shook Ones went over great which was no surprise since Seattle is their home town. I felt the response to PBC was a bit apathetic which was a shame because they played one of their best shows ever musically. Of course Have Heart headlined and turned the venue into one large calesthenics class with all sorts of dudes moshing all over eachother. I took it all in from a very safe distance behind the merch table and sung the two lines I know to that one song.

So now that we got all the basics out of the way, let's get to the real point of this entry. Basically, I went ahead and signed up for a Twitter account. Why? I have no fucking idea. Wait, I do know. Jimmy and Goose did it first. That and I can now keep up on the day to day activities of Shaquille O'neal, Michael Showalter and an even more fictional version of Buffy from Buffy The Vampire Slayer. A sadder sentence has never been typed. Should you "follow" me? No, probably not. Unless of course you want to read such riveting updates as "not fucking" or "drinking until I pee the bed...again". Yes, I'm aware that Twitter is a tool mostly used by pre teens girls and believe me, I'm embarrassed. Ever see that episode of "The Office" where Creed dyes his hair black in order to appear younger? Well, this is the same type of desparate act. So, I guess this is me now.

I'm not one to judge but if you do choose to check out my profile on Twitter, do know you're following a person who took about six years to graduate college due to substance abuse, once drank a shot glass of his own urine to impress a girl (she wasn't impressed), and a "man" that lists his favorite actors as Sylvestor Stallone and Keanu Reeves. Hey, you're the ones who have to live with yourselves, do what you want. www.twitter.com/xtrackerx

Alright, I'm meeting up with the PBC boys in Seattle on May 1st for the West Coast dates. See you then. Tweet, tweet.