20th
MY NEW BABY HAS A NAME…
After a lot of agonizing, it looks like the next book finally has a title. Drumroll please…
Wish You Were Here: An Essential Guide To Your Favorite Music Scenes—From Punk To Indie And Everything In Between
It’s definitely a mouthful, but I think that Rob Dobi will make it seem less run-on with the design of the cover. I’ve seen initial sketches, and that shit is DOPE!
Sorry that I’ve been MIA to, oh, the three people that read this thing. (According to my StatCounter, I’m being followed by a bunch of peeps in Europe. Funny thing is, I don’t know any peeps in Europe. Okay, that’s not entirely true. Gurj is whooping it up in England but I think she’s almost done being deported, so she’ll be back stateside soon.) Anywho, I’ve been busy working my fingers to the nub, finishing up my first solo chapter—and, I think it turned out pretty effing good, if I do say so myself.
I went and saw my bros in Motion City Soundtrack on Friday and it was prolly the best show I’ve seen them play in years—and I’ve seen a shit-ton of their shows. It seriously made me almost want to cry. They were that good. I started rocking out so hard on the side of the stage that I almost tripped a couple times on these huge wire bundles. It reminded me of the time I was on tour with Fall Out Boy and I was walking alongside the edge of the floor in this huuuuuge convention center. I thought I was the shit. I was carrying a beer in one hand and a plastic cup with more beer in the other hand. I was bopping along, trying to hurry before the band made their entrance so I could situate myself on one of the speakers onstage when I totally slid on the slick floor, flew through the air, spilled the plastic cup of brew all over myself, dropped the bottle five feet in front of me and knocked my chin on the concrete. Best thing was, it was in front of about 25,000 people. Luckily, Dan saw the whole thing happen, came to my aid and, more importantly, replaced my beverages without missing a beat. I was so completely humiliated—especially when a 14-year-old girl yelled at me, “Are you okay?? THAT LOOKED LIKE IT REALLY HURT!!!”
That’s totally my life: Just when I think I’ve got it together, a 14-year-old puts me in my place.
