Sunday, December 03, 2006

Are we too racially sensitive? Are we losing our minds? It's about snow, right? Right?

WHITE CHRISTMAS
(Irving Berlin)

G Am D
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
C D7 G
just like the ones I used to know
G C Cm
Where the tree tops glisten and children listen
G Am D7
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
G Am D
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
C D7 G
with every Christmas card I write
C Cm
May your days be merry and bright
G Em C D7 G Am D7
And may all your Christmas-es be white


REPEAT, then finish with:
G Em C D7 G
And may all your Christmas-es be white

Oops. Didn't make church again this morning

But did catch this on the VH1 Classic/Current.



Testify.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Rock stars are people, too

See? People do write back on the Myspace. The following is an in-depth, friendship-defining conversation between OMS and Jesse Valenzuela, kick-ass guitarist and harmonizer for the Gin Blossoms.

We're so opening for them next year*.

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Hey (OMS),
Thanks for the kind words. It was a real good time for us. I loved walking around in your town, very beautiful.
Take care, Jesse

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: (OMS)
Date: Dec 1 2006 4:09 AM


Hi Jesse,

Saw your show last night in Morristown. Your solos were fantastic. The back of the room was with you, too -- not just your side.

Good luck with the rest of the tour.

(OMS)

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*Not really opening for them, no.

Friday, December 01, 2006

We don't think that'll work, Brian

So we saw the Gin Blossoms in concert last night.

At said concert, Brian stood in line for the urinal, pen in hand, card at the ready position. He then wrote his name, legibly, on said card, complete with phone number. Feeling it, he then put the card back in his pocket, clearly wearing the look of someone who's gonna get him some at a Gin Blossoms concert.

He then took a piss.

On his way out, he grabbed a paper towel after not washing his hands.

Good luck with the ladies, Brian.

Who needs an alarm clock?

We know we were dreaming, and then we thought our alarm went off, and then we heard moaning. And then we heard a grunt, and then more moaning.

Like, hot chick porn star moaning.

Faintly, it came from either directly below our apartment or in the downstairs apartment next across the hall. She was definitely moaning. He was definitely grunting. It happened several times, in unison. Toward the end, there was definitely some speed involved.

And then a sigh.

It was 5:09 in the morning.

Nice.