Platinum-- But I Still Take the Bus

When I got home from work at 5:30, I thought I could afford to take a nap. I set my alarm for 6:45, but alarms rarely wake me up anyway. I woke up to Drew calling at 8:00, thinking I had blown it completely. I fell apart for a couple of minutes. I had been late to gigs before; too late, too many times, but I've never missed a show entirely. I don't even know anybody who's done that. Luckily Patrick called and said I could still make it on time. And I did. But still, how many times am I going to flake out in one lifetime? Seriously.

The gig was at Fresno State's illustrious monthly poetry jam, and we were asked to play for their year end ceremony. After we played, Patrick and I watched several poets and MCs, and one of them plugged his forthcoming clothing line ("we got booty shorts for the girls"), and ate quiche.

THE BEACH PARTY ALBUM:

We've got eleven drum tracks down, two or three bass tracks, keys here and there, and a giant pile of lyrics to be written.

-Max