We're doing the whole tour. Even with your warnings, I'm having a blast. No blowjobs, yet, but I hear that half way through this tour, it turns into a fucking orgy. Plus, yesterday was free shoes day. Free blowjob day will probably be next week.
Holy shit, it's been 10 months. Way past my 3 month "You guys suck. I'm out." cutoff. Wow, did someone forget that I was in his band for almost 2 years? I guess it's hard to keep track of time while you're practicing your on stage "soulful" dance moves in the mirror. Plus, this is the first real band I've ever joined.
Chris does let me write my own bass parts. It's easier to be in awe and proud of my genius, than be embarrassed that the brown kid can play your bass parts better than you do.
They won't say it to my face, but they definitely have some fears. I'm not allowed to be near David's sister, or either of the other whitey's wives.
The fans would have to know what nationality I am, first, to want to copy me. Hell, I don't know what the fuck I am.
Please. The "husky bitches" don't even know I'm alive when I'm standing near Chris. They're too busy trying to get their first tampon signed by him while they cry and sing the most obscure acoustic song he's never recorded in a studio.
Everyday, I meet someone new who wants to talk about what your favorite color is, or if you've really got an indoor pool. Then I get the obligatory "Oh my god, I love your band! Come meet my math teacher!" I don't think they even know I play bass.
True story: We're almost a month into the tour, and this girl, Linsey Hedglin, confesses to me that for the whole tour, she though I was STD's tour manager. This skin is like fucking camouflage.
Oh shit. Are we still together? But some kids on a message board said that we broke up!
Can both truthnesses occupy the same earth?
O.K., do we really want to get into this? It's not fair that you have to take the brunt of this shit. Let's talk about who's vision it really is, and about this HA/MWC feud.
Don't do everything Daryl tells you to do. Let him admit to everyone that it's his master plan. Dude, if he can't say shit to Todd's face, that's his problem, not yours. Don't get caught up in the DISCO WAR.
For Christ's sake, he hasn't even said anything to Larry, yet. That poor kid actually thinks he played those 3 shows we did last year. (I don't know why I just called a 43 year old a poor kid.)
Drum Tracking for Chase Pagan with Stephen Perkins. Without thinking about it, I start playing "Three Days". He starts playing along. I stop, and tell him "O.K., look. I'm going to start playing something, and you can play along and make my life, or not play along and feel my wrath." I start playing "Ain't No Right." He played the whole fucking song with me.
I think we got high right after that.
Oh, wait. Was I supposed to talk about Glassjaw there?
Hawthorne Heights: What in holy hell does "whisa my radio" mean?
Avenge Sevenfold: Motley Crue should never happen again.
Prussian Blue: I have no idea who that is.
Circa Survive: I wish I could take this band on every tour I do.
Coheed and Cambria: Jael told me that she "kinda" dated the bass player.
Dashboard: I heard that he doesn't like black people.
Emanuel: Well, the drummer hooked up with a girl who fucked with my head by making me think she had a thing for me.
Angels and Airwaves: I haven't heard any of it yet, and I plan on keeping it that way.
Chamillionaire: What is a Chamillionaire? I'm sure he blows.
Any shitty other Victory band of your choice: Dude, the last band I remember being on Victory was Integrity.
Indian gets me more cred with the emo kids.
New York
Chicken and Rice, baby.
Rasta Shelltops
I live in the city, shithead.
Cancer
Jews living in Brooklyn who are plotting the deaths of both groups of rich kids.
I'll tell you in a few minutes. (What? He's not talking about you. No, don't stop. What? You'll know when...)
Lasers
Wings are too much work.
Beige girls.
Same one I always use. If I have to go over all the specs, then I also get to punch you in the face.
Well, there are benefits. He knew how to keep the record under budget, and where the best places to eat out were. Not like a Jew who thinks he's Puerto Rican and says shit like "It's not latin enough, Manny! I wanna feel like I'm back in my homeland sucking on some fat brown hog!"
I am loving Warped Tour. I think in my contract, it says that I work in exchange for white chicks.
All the friends on my friends list are fake. It makes me look cooler. I made them all up. One day I'll have real life friends. And even then, I can't convince me to send naked pictures to myself.
Nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING, sold less than "At The Speed Of Light."
I bought "Jesus Is Magic". Go get it. Watch it. Fall in love with the funniest woman alive.