[[groovy musics: the agenda, thee shams, of montreal]]
11:43 p.m. // 27 May 2004
HOLY FLAMING CRAP!!! Jackson 8 got picked to be one of twenty bands competing in the Little Steven's Underground Garage battle of the bands!!!!!!!!!
Now I have to figure out how to get to Chicago and back for three nights using my remaining one and a half days of vacation! Either that or quit my job!
I am both excited and screwed.
3:24 a.m. addendum:
My stomach is uneasy. I'm anxious about the contest but especially how we're going to get there, but mostly it's the two cups of coffee. The contest is really soon -- June 8-10, less than two weeks.
I didn't go see Bonnie "Prince" Billy on Tuesday -- I was and still am run down from the tour, which threw me off schedule for everything. But I also didn't want to go alone and spend twelve bucks for a show likely to sell out and then jockey for a spot with hundreds of hipper-than-thou kids from out of town at a venue that I'm not that fond of. I decided I'd rather buy the record. Am I getting old or am I a snob? Have I come to the realization that the world will not end if I don't make it to a certain show? Is it just more exciting to play at a show than to simply watch it? Yeah.