It would be the bomb the bomb the bomb the bomb the bomb...

[illusionofjoy]

Good morning world. How are you doing? Me, I'm just peachy, so to speak. Of course, I'll be nice and bitchy after I call the student loan companies and get rejected for a deferment, but that's neither here nor there at the moment. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate my former school and how I believe that they don't deserve any more money out of me? I have? Well, I'll do it again then. Anyway...

Random pissiness aside, I did have a good weekend. I've been busy along with masochistmonkey working on recordings for a new album that I'm planning a fall release for. Right now I have two songs nearly completed - minor tweaking is all they really need, if anything. Also, I'm planning on getting the post-glam musician who is my partner in studio crime...I mean, time to sing on one or more tracks on this disc. Quite frankly, I'm excited.

I guess what excites me most though is that I'm approaching this album from a completely different angle than what I did with Crystalline and Bitter. With those two discs, I had a plan set out and each song followed those plans. They were written to fit together into a bigger picture and I knew exactly what I was doing. With this new disc I'm working on, I'm leaving the comfort and confinement of complete structural planning for the song cycle. In fact, I haven't even settled on a title for this release yet (though I have some worthy contenders in mind...and no, I'm not telling...yet ;) ). So, I'm basically recording a handful of songs and then mixing and matching them to see what issues forth from the melee. I suspect that I'll either get an amazing pudding or a revolting mess. As I said, I'm excited...though a little frightened...

So, that's my "blue moon" update from the world of my music, here's the rest of my weekend...

I finally broke out of my two-week anti-social spell on Saturday, slapped on some eyeliner and dragged my black-clad ass to Ceremony. I even stopped by a beer store briefly before going to the club to purchase myself a pack of cloves. I haven't smoked any in a while (save occasionally bumming one off of my friends), so I figured that it was about time to pay for my cancer. Unfortunately, it seems that Pittsburgh is distinctly lacking in Djarum Blacks, which are my preferred brand of death cigarettes. I can't recall what brand I ended up purchasing at the moment, but they aren't as good as Blacks. I mean, they are still tasty and get the job done, but they just don't hold the specific flavour I crave.

I'm not an addict. It's cool. I feel alive.

Ceremony was pretty cool this weekend. missjoi was in the booth, and I like her stuff. Overall my night was a mix of dancing to eighties tunes, drinking one rum and coke (my only alcoholic drink that night - my stomach wasn't in the mood to let me get all rat-assed), dancing to Goth tunes, smoking a clove, stomping to Ministry, smoking a clove, dancing to the point of near dehydration, spilling half a pitcher of water...you get the idea.

Oh, and I also flirted with cute voluptuous women...because I'm shameless (and they were cute...and voluptuous). Have I mentioned that I'm shameless?

So, that's pretty much it. A nice wholesome weekend filled with recording and clubbing. I feel revitalized.

I'm sure a week of work will change that feeling soon enough.