I wish I was posting more. Mostly cause I like checking comments to see who's thinking about me. But nothing is changing out here. I'm just planting away, strumming away, drinking away, and waiting for the scenery to change. Love you folks a jumble. Good Night.
K-Os in concert last night. Fucking great show. Tonight we're bussing back to Edson. Finding a field to set up our tent, and then walking/hitchhiking back to camp. Planting on the 10th.
My posting spree will therefor end. Wipe away your tears, my children. For though my inspiritional messages will decrease in volume, my presence in your soul will never fade.
I can't wait to get back to my Yamaha. I've missed it so. I read a jeff buckley bio that dave told me about yesterday and today. And he's pretty damn increadable. I need to sing everyday for the rest of my life. Last night i sang my fool head off at the K-Os concert, and when we left the show, Trev was saying his throat hurt. I felt like my voice had been given the best excercise it'd had in a while. So i sang K-Os and a bit of Buckley for the duration of our trip home. Vocal excelence is so important. I feel like half an asshole for saying this, but guitar is just too easy.
But then, i should say, voice is easy too. I just haven't worked at it, so i can't do it well yet. The only thing that is difficult is having the will to work hard at something. When the will exists, then the work and results appear to come easy.
I'm glad i found the things that i want to do. I spend alot of time hoping that other people i know will find what they want. I think i've learned that when i'm certain of what i should do, then it's hard for me to know what i want to do. I went a long time convinced that i should do math. And because of that, i convinced myself that i wanted to do math. It made sense. Now i guess i feel that i want to do music, and because of that overwhelming desire it's clear to me that music is what i should do. But with music, the desire came first, not the implied obligation.
Good luck to you. Try to find the ease of a happy motivated life. I almost feel guilty for finding mine...
I dont know who i'm talking to in that last paragraph. Most likely people who dont read this. The people i know seem to have good heads on their shoulders. I think that's why i've been drawn to know them.
zip zop zibbity zoo.
I got to the librairy, sat down to wait for a computer. Looked at some boobs which were nicely coated in a light blue tank top. And i still thought, "jeez, i'd rather have a guitar in my hands then a nice looking lady."
And these two thoughts suck right now, cause i'm living in a tent at a campsite, and my guitar isn't in my tent. It's back at base camp. And i'm not planting again till the 10th. So i wont see my guitar untill the ninth. Flibber T'bigget.
I think that's all, though.
So i sat down to some 3/6 limit half 'n half. Which is essentially a half hour of hold'em and a half hour of omaha.
First hand i played was a big blind, A9 offsuit. Of course i was thinking of mr fleming. Flop came up A66. Someone bet, i raised, they called. Turn was trash, 7 i think, i bet, competition folded.
Next hand, AA. My heart pounded delightfully. It wasn't hard for me to remember what drew me back. I was disapointed it was limit that i had to deal with, especially with capped betting, and 6 players still around.
Great flop, IMO, 474. Nobody should be around with those cards unless it's pocket 7s, or pocket 4s. Again capped, down to 4 people i believe.
Turn was an 8, river was a 5. I think two bets on the turn, first was mine, i was raised, and i just called. One bet on the river, it was not my bet, but i called it.
Turns out big blind, since he was already "in for 3 dollars" was willing to call preflop with 4To. No straight, trips win. I learned that the other dude in the rest of the way was a flush draw.
So i watched goofus with 104 take down a 150+ pot. Then I gave away antis for about an hour.
My last two hands, i wasn't really foolish in playing them, but my bordom did figure into it a bit.
It was omaha for these two hands. 5678 first hand, flop was 37J, I forget if i stayed for the turn, i think i did. 3 bucks, 4 or 5 guys. Turn brought a flush card, i was gone.
AJ44, ace four of hearts. flop was 35Q, queen was a heart. I stuck around for shits and giggles. It was my last hand of the day, i was down about 60 bucks at the time. The turn was a 4. I called bets, i didn't want to raise with straights in town. I figured a house would do it for me. River was As. It brought a spade flush. I almost called the final 6 dollar bet cause it was heads up, but i gave my head a good shake and tossed my hand. He showed his. He had a straight flush A through 5. Holding 2s3s. I think prior to that he was working with trash.
I got up, payed for my two dollar bottled water, and walked back to the free jazz festival that i'd been enjoying in alberta's capital city.
Cheers.
I was reading a post on gabe's site, and the comments all had something to do with balance. Asside from Gabe's last two posts, which were cursing, and a comment about cursing. Anyway, i got to thinking about the balance and such, and i think that as often as i think i'm getting the shitty end of the stick, i've got so many good things going for me. It's just a matter of what i decide to focus upon. See, i like cute girls, and yet i rairly touch them. That's the desire unfulfilled part of what i've got. But then, i've got nothing but good things happening in my life for music and finances. Love will wait.
But shucks, eh?
Okay, enough bibble babble. I've got two funny things i can say, then i'll leave you. There's this dude named brad that we met at the campsite the same night we met carly and her friends. He has a harley, and he's about fifty years old. He was hammed out of his tree that night. And he gave us wine, vodka, rum, beer and hash. He was generous to say the least. Kind of a quirky old guy though, he talked alot.
When we were leaving, trev was telling him about going out for lunch with a chick that we met a the strip club (update, she stood us up) and Brad's parting words were "Hey Trev, think of me when you're giving her that last stroke." Class attack.
Yesterday, out in a field in south edmonton, waiting for the works, listening to the live tunes, and some young girls walk by. Let the age difference between the young girls and the young ladies be known. Young ladies are expected to be graduated from high school, all be it maybe only this week. The young girls were old enough to have boobs, and understand sex, but not old enough to take seriously. Last canada day also involved two young girls that dan mcrae and i talked to. Similar funny results, check the archives if you're interested.
Me and Craig were sitting at a table and these young girls walked by, craig probably said something. He does that sort of thing when he's drunk. The girls stopped, took a bit of a look at us, and asked if they could have their picture taken with us. They crouded close, arms around. They were happy. Picture was taken. Craigs parting words, "Alright girls, have fun in grade 8." I laughed.
That's it, i guess. Smile.
So, I went to that folk festival and had a pretty smashing time. I had an eighth the first night I was there, as well as a bunch of beer and smokables, got pretty frigged. The next night i had far less beer, a litre of wine, and two hits of acid, but the lsd didn't take... not sure why. It'll definately make me less hesitant to trying it again.
After the folk festival we came to edmonton to go to the water park at the west edmonton mall. While in edmonton we decided we'd camp somewhere and stay a little longer. At the camp site we met a bunch of girls who were celebrating their highschool graduation. Had a handful of drinks. Some of my posse did some making out, some shirts were taken off, nothing too serious. I didn't get involved, although i did make a good impression on who i thought was the pick of the litter. Her name is carly.
My tent is currently set up in Carly's back yard. Craig, Trever and Myself are living in that tent. I played Carly's brother's guitar last night for Trev, Craig, Carly and her mom. It went well. We got pancakes this morning. Updates to come.
Later dudes.
I'm just a b-boy and it brings me joy.
K-Os in concert last night. Fucking great show. Tonight we're bussing back to Edson. Finding a field to set up our tent, and then walking/hitchhiking back to camp. Planting on the 10th.
My posting spree will therefor end. Wipe away your tears, my children. For though my inspiritional messages will decrease in volume, my presence in your soul will never fade.
I can't wait to get back to my Yamaha. I've missed it so. I read a jeff buckley bio that dave told me about yesterday and today. And he's pretty damn increadable. I need to sing everyday for the rest of my life. Last night i sang my fool head off at the K-Os concert, and when we left the show, Trev was saying his throat hurt. I felt like my voice had been given the best excercise it'd had in a while. So i sang K-Os and a bit of Buckley for the duration of our trip home. Vocal excelence is so important. I feel like half an asshole for saying this, but guitar is just too easy.
But then, i should say, voice is easy too. I just haven't worked at it, so i can't do it well yet. The only thing that is difficult is having the will to work hard at something. When the will exists, then the work and results appear to come easy.
I'm glad i found the things that i want to do. I spend alot of time hoping that other people i know will find what they want. I think i've learned that when i'm certain of what i should do, then it's hard for me to know what i want to do. I went a long time convinced that i should do math. And because of that, i convinced myself that i wanted to do math. It made sense. Now i guess i feel that i want to do music, and because of that overwhelming desire it's clear to me that music is what i should do. But with music, the desire came first, not the implied obligation.
Good luck to you. Try to find the ease of a happy motivated life. I almost feel guilty for finding mine...
I dont know who i'm talking to in that last paragraph. Most likely people who dont read this. The people i know seem to have good heads on their shoulders. I think that's why i've been drawn to know them.
zip zop zibbity zoo.
I left the poker room today, walked down the street a little ways, and i thought "damn, i want a guitar in my hands."
I got to the librairy, sat down to wait for a computer. Looked at some boobs which were nicely coated in a light blue tank top. And i still thought, "jeez, i'd rather have a guitar in my hands then a nice looking lady."
And these two thoughts suck right now, cause i'm living in a tent at a campsite, and my guitar isn't in my tent. It's back at base camp. And i'm not planting again till the 10th. So i wont see my guitar untill the ninth. Flibber T'bigget.
I think that's all, though.
Back in the Saddle
So i sat down to some 3/6 limit half 'n half. Which is essentially a half hour of hold'em and a half hour of omaha.
First hand i played was a big blind, A9 offsuit. Of course i was thinking of mr fleming. Flop came up A66. Someone bet, i raised, they called. Turn was trash, 7 i think, i bet, competition folded.
Next hand, AA. My heart pounded delightfully. It wasn't hard for me to remember what drew me back. I was disapointed it was limit that i had to deal with, especially with capped betting, and 6 players still around.
Great flop, IMO, 474. Nobody should be around with those cards unless it's pocket 7s, or pocket 4s. Again capped, down to 4 people i believe.
Turn was an 8, river was a 5. I think two bets on the turn, first was mine, i was raised, and i just called. One bet on the river, it was not my bet, but i called it.
Turns out big blind, since he was already "in for 3 dollars" was willing to call preflop with 4To. No straight, trips win. I learned that the other dude in the rest of the way was a flush draw.
So i watched goofus with 104 take down a 150+ pot. Then I gave away antis for about an hour.
My last two hands, i wasn't really foolish in playing them, but my bordom did figure into it a bit.
It was omaha for these two hands. 5678 first hand, flop was 37J, I forget if i stayed for the turn, i think i did. 3 bucks, 4 or 5 guys. Turn brought a flush card, i was gone.
AJ44, ace four of hearts. flop was 35Q, queen was a heart. I stuck around for shits and giggles. It was my last hand of the day, i was down about 60 bucks at the time. The turn was a 4. I called bets, i didn't want to raise with straights in town. I figured a house would do it for me. River was As. It brought a spade flush. I almost called the final 6 dollar bet cause it was heads up, but i gave my head a good shake and tossed my hand. He showed his. He had a straight flush A through 5. Holding 2s3s. I think prior to that he was working with trash.
I got up, payed for my two dollar bottled water, and walked back to the free jazz festival that i'd been enjoying in alberta's capital city.
Cheers.
Well sir, Canada day has come and gone. Not too shabby. It was mostly an evening of looking but not touching.
I was reading a post on gabe's site, and the comments all had something to do with balance. Asside from Gabe's last two posts, which were cursing, and a comment about cursing. Anyway, i got to thinking about the balance and such, and i think that as often as i think i'm getting the shitty end of the stick, i've got so many good things going for me. It's just a matter of what i decide to focus upon. See, i like cute girls, and yet i rairly touch them. That's the desire unfulfilled part of what i've got. But then, i've got nothing but good things happening in my life for music and finances. Love will wait.
But shucks, eh?
Okay, enough bibble babble. I've got two funny things i can say, then i'll leave you. There's this dude named brad that we met at the campsite the same night we met carly and her friends. He has a harley, and he's about fifty years old. He was hammed out of his tree that night. And he gave us wine, vodka, rum, beer and hash. He was generous to say the least. Kind of a quirky old guy though, he talked alot.
When we were leaving, trev was telling him about going out for lunch with a chick that we met a the strip club (update, she stood us up) and Brad's parting words were "Hey Trev, think of me when you're giving her that last stroke." Class attack.
Yesterday, out in a field in south edmonton, waiting for the works, listening to the live tunes, and some young girls walk by. Let the age difference between the young girls and the young ladies be known. Young ladies are expected to be graduated from high school, all be it maybe only this week. The young girls were old enough to have boobs, and understand sex, but not old enough to take seriously. Last canada day also involved two young girls that dan mcrae and i talked to. Similar funny results, check the archives if you're interested.
Me and Craig were sitting at a table and these young girls walked by, craig probably said something. He does that sort of thing when he's drunk. The girls stopped, took a bit of a look at us, and asked if they could have their picture taken with us. They crouded close, arms around. They were happy. Picture was taken. Craigs parting words, "Alright girls, have fun in grade 8." I laughed.
That's it, i guess. Smile.
Hey hey,
So, I went to that folk festival and had a pretty smashing time. I had an eighth the first night I was there, as well as a bunch of beer and smokables, got pretty frigged. The next night i had far less beer, a litre of wine, and two hits of acid, but the lsd didn't take... not sure why. It'll definately make me less hesitant to trying it again.
After the folk festival we came to edmonton to go to the water park at the west edmonton mall. While in edmonton we decided we'd camp somewhere and stay a little longer. At the camp site we met a bunch of girls who were celebrating their highschool graduation. Had a handful of drinks. Some of my posse did some making out, some shirts were taken off, nothing too serious. I didn't get involved, although i did make a good impression on who i thought was the pick of the litter. Her name is carly.
My tent is currently set up in Carly's back yard. Craig, Trever and Myself are living in that tent. I played Carly's brother's guitar last night for Trev, Craig, Carly and her mom. It went well. We got pancakes this morning. Updates to come.
Later dudes.