"I Spend Half My Time With Friends, Hoping It Never Ends"

So today is the first day of recording in the city of Seattle. Well, PBC is actually just doing what's called pre production. I wasn't really sure what that meant so I asked Goose. Goose's face glazed over as soon as I said "pre" and his only reply was "I love ham" so I then asked Nate. Nate tells me it's basically playing PBC songs for the producer, Matt Bayles, and a bunch of brain storming. Well, then my face glazed over because sitting in a room with Polar Bear Club sounded about as appealing as living a healthy lifestyle filled with good decisions. So, what I did was set up camp in the living room part of the studio and hop on the internetz. Well, eight hours later I'm still in here and they're still in there.

We actually rolled into Seattle last night after spending three or four days in Portland, Oregon. Not surprisingly, I went on a bit of an alcohol binge while in that city but I can't be blamed for my actions because I'm only an adult by default. Seeing our friends in Broadway calls, Chris P (thanks for the bbq!), our host Aaron, and Chip whom we met while on tour with American Steel only added to the antics and fun of our stay. (That sentence was a grammar holocaust) Previously, I mentioned the Broadway Calls, PBC, Attica! Attica! basement show that came together rather quickly while we were in town. I hadn't been to a basement show in awhile and I was told there would be no alcohol so I was pretty skeptical as to if I would enjoy myself. See, the thing is, I only look out for myself. I wasn't concerned with anyone else. This is why I soon die alone.

Either way, much to my delight, basement shows still entertain me. Maybe it was the fact that almost 50 kids came out on a show that was barely promoted. Maybe it was the fact that I knew everyone performing that night. Maybe it was the 40 ounce that I pounded in the van before the show. We will never know. What I did figure out though was that basement shows still give me goosebumps, Attica! Attica! deserves to be one of the biggest bands in punk rock, and that you're never too old to particiapte in an event that has is a part of your lifestyle. I'm talking about basement shows, kids, not alcohol addiciton.

Day one of my week long exodus in Seattle is almost over. Soon, I fly home to Rochester, New York in order to work a bit while Polar Bear Club slaves over their art. From what I've heard, I'm pretty excited about the new record. Hopefully, it blows up and I can someday get an apartment again. Wait. Ok, hopefully, the record blows up and I can afford a real bed to keep at my parent's house. Wait. Maybe Polar Bear Club gets huge and I can make a minium monthly payment on one of my four credit cards. Dare to dream, kids. That's it for now, I have to attend to some very pressing matters such as check my Myspace and Facebook for the 30th time today. Hey, if anyone in the Seattle area wants to hang out with a creepy old man with the social skills of an aborted fetus, hit me up!