38th Note

Sep. 15th, 2011 09:06 pm
thewildone: (Default)
Man, yesterday was weird. We matched. Okay, yeah I guess that would be one way to stop looking like we all accidentally wandered onstage from different bands, but still. Never again. It was also pretty weird playing the kind of rock'n'roll music I heard as a kid. I mean, that was obviously a direct influence for me, but it's not like I was old enough to be really into it, you know? I think I remember Buddy Holly dying better than I remember Buddy Holly. I don't think it's until you're a teenager that the music you listen to starts to feel like something important. Sure, I wanted to be a rock star sometimes, but I wanted to be a lot of things. I didn't ask my parents for a guitar until I was fourteen, I was just always banging on the pots and everything.

I haven't had hair that short since I was a little kid, either.

7th Note

Jun. 20th, 2010 11:58 pm
thewildone: (fuck you fucking space queen)
[Accidental Voice Post]

Well, this is unexpected. 

[...]

Fine, for someone trapped in a cursed city.  [...]  Just the usual.   I'm getting a band together and I wanna put an album out if I stick around long enough.  Look, I'd love to stick around and chat, but I've got to go to work.  [...]  Yeah, I've got a fucking job, that's what people do.  [...]  I've been working since I was sixteen, don't act like you think I can't hold down a fucking job.  And no, I will not watch my fucking language.

[...]

What do you care?  [...]  Yeah, whatever.  [...] No.  [...]  But--[...]  Look, I'm clean, all right?  Tell Mom I'm fine, if you can, if you're even here, which I doubt.

[...]

No, you look.  You listen for a while.  I'm twenty-seven and I haven't needed you for a long time.  And I bet you didn't think I'd make it past twenty, but--surprise--it looks like I'm going to go on living my life, living it however I damn well please, for a long time, so please just go back to acting like you don't know anything about my life and I'll be more than happy to let you live in ignorance.  [...]  No you don't.  [...] My life's not something you can fix, so do us both a favor and stop trying.  And stop acting like it was my fault things got messed up in the first place.

[...]

No, I--no, you know what, I do blame you.  Don't act like you deserve an award because you didn't respond in the worst possible way you could have.  I don't care if you did what you thought was best--obviously, it didn't work and I'll just go on fucking whoever I want and I don't care what you think of me--[...]  You bastard, I can't believe you actually--

[a thumping noise followed by the sound of some things breaking and a nearly indecipherable string of profanity, followed by an especially long pause, after which Curt seems to have calmed down.]


You're really not going away, are you?

[...]

So...how's Katie?

[ooc: Was going to skip this one, but my willpower is weak and it's too hot to go to bed.  Pretend this was posted earlier.]

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