Bah Humbug

To post on the blog I've been waiting these past couple of days for some interesting thought to arise from within myself or to have an interesting experience to delight you with.
There has been no interesting thought, no interesting experience.
My life is a grey, empty slate.

Now while some old fools would tell me to get out into the world, see new places, find new experiences for myself, volunteer for a charitable organization, I say no! It's the world that made me into the dull, rough rock I am today and I'll be damned before I give it any of my time except in loathing!

Yes this is a new revelation happening here and now.
I am an Enemy of the Planet Earth.

In fact I am so dedicated to my cause that I'm of half a mind to start of organized club, perhaps a union or cult. I've gotten as far as the emblem at any rate. What I've ripped off from Superman will draw attention all by itself, mine is a flawless design.

Music...What's It All About Anyways?

So all of my life my father has talked about how bad bands, musicians, and singers are that either cant play their won instuments, dont write their own songs, sell out for more money or fame, etc.

You know the drill, it's something alot of people feel strongly about, including me. Because I have been brought up to feel that way.

My dad is an amatuer guitar player/singer/song writer and he's actually getting pretty good. So there was a CD release party tonight for a CD that we were involved in and he played. Before the show he was getting all worked up and revved up to play.

He made breakfast and we sat there eating eggs and talking and somehow the topic of name recognition came up. Dad was saying how he knew that people would respond to seeing his name attached to things. We live in a small town so that is probably true...lots of people know and like him. So he's muttering on and on about it and finally, while still looking at his ham and eggs he says it:

"Name recognition is what music is all about anyways."

Now I was more than a little shocked, I didn't say anything I just stared open-mouthed at him. I could not BELIEVE what he had just said. There was about a 5 or 6 second pause of silence and then Dad looked up and started sputtering "I mean...not...you know...oh...".

So I started laughing and so did he but I made fun of him for it the rest of the day. People say the weirdest things when they are stressed out. He is like the LAST person on earth I would ever had expected to hear say that.

So that kind of made me day, just thought I'd share it. It was just such a funny(ridiculous/courtney love) thing to say anyways, let alone coming from my Dad. So I hope you enjoyed that, and if you didn't, HA! You read all that and got nothing out of it! Sorry I'm really tired, I should go to bed.

NOTE: Courteney in no way endorses Courtney Love bashing...even if she does make a mockery not only of rock but of the name Courtney...thank god we spell it differently or there would be hell to pay....Once again Courteney in NO WAY endorses Courtney Love bashing.


"And the dessert cart, rolls on."--Saturday Night Live

LICD

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-Court

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2006! May it be the sexiest year yet....and may they just keep getting sexier as i keep on getting sexier...and my darling Alison too of course. Excellent, Simply Excellent!

-CourTENey