Softly he said...

The sun's gone out and I can blow stuff up with my mind, but that's no reason you can't go out and buy Time Bomb's self-titled debut album.

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Yeah, that's right, we actually finished the thing and it's available in CD format and as a very limited-edition vinyl, available in stores or from one of us. Current members include myself--Curt Wild--lead singer and guitarist, Campbell Bain on guitar, Stephen Stills on bass, and Demxy on sitar.  Also appearing on the album is special guest Kim Pine on drums. I'd also like to give some credit to past members including Jun Hiiragi, guitarist way back before we even had the name.

[ooc: Credits for the cover image go to the amazing Veda (ohsoboring).  'She's Like Poison' and 'Hollow' are actual songs written by the band put together to make Curt's songs for the movie but we're never actually used. Because I'm not the only obsessed fan, you can listen to them on YouTube. The others are ones I've either written snatches of lyrics for or just made up five minutes ago. Tomorrow there's going to be an album release party log. Technically the party is invitation only, but Curt basically invited everyone he knows and told them to bring their friends, plus party crashers are love. And he hasn't actually told anyone yet, but it's my headcanon birthday for him tomorrow...and it's a significant one. Um...also pretend that there are several NPCs mentioned in this entry and the liner notes--it makes sense for him to have had other band members/studio musicians involved at various points.]

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.

I guess if it's going to keep snowing like this I might as well stay in and try to write some songs. Just one or two more, I think that's all the album really needs, though I'd rather only have one old song on there rather than a couple. So yeah, closer and closer.

I write songs quickly, when I'm in the right mood or sufficiently motivated. Song after song. Back when I was with the Ratz I wrote half our first album's songs in pretty much a day because we lied to the guy from the label about how much material we had. I mean, it's not like I'm composing symphonies or anything, but a lot of people take longer. They fuss over words or just the right lick or whatever, but I almost always just get it all out at once. Yeah, I might have bits of six things by tomorrow and have to toss most of thing for being absolute shit, but that'll still leave something I can polish up over the next few days and it's done. My head is always full of noise--it's a relief to get some of it out. Sometimes it's like I just have to shut up and listen to what's already there. Which sounds easy on paper, I guess, but I don't always want to face what's there.

So I know there's more important stuff to worry about and I'm looking for a safe place to wait things out, but I can't help but wonder who is and who isn't still a member of my band. I'm pretty much always looking for musicians with experience in rock bands or any interest in rock music whatsoever, since it's hard to get people to stick around around here.

Cat ran off, fyi, but that's nothing unusual and it's probably better at taking care of itself than I am.

[Accidental audio]

--No, I don't want to try it again, what I want is a fucking cigarette. 

[The sound of several voices arguing, a lot of Curt swearing including a phrase that may or may not be "pig-fucking sons-of-bitches,"  and something crashing to the ground.]

Fuck.

There's going to be plenty of advertisements up around the City and another announcement on the day of, but if you're interested in hearing me and my band perform I want you to be able to save the date. 

Curt Wild & Time Bomb, live in concert at the Piaculum Palace ballroom, August 28th

Now that's that out of the way, I want to tell you about the Beast.  I'd been hearing some weird noises around my apartment and one day I finally saw something move out of the corner of my eye, so I figured it was probably time to clean things up a little.  I was worried I had mice or something but then I actually caught sight of the Beast, which turned out to be a cat.  Seems it's been getting in off the fire escape, through the tear in the screen.  I should maybe get that fixed, but it's kind of nice having something else alive around the place, what with the ticking at all.  Even if it does look like this:

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I've been feeding it, so it shows up for a bit more days than not.  Won't get within about five feet of me, but I'm okay with that.