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The ‘Ole One Two

July 25th, 2005 by Luke

I had to play the prelude music for my friend Joe’s wedding on saturday. It was amazing. The music I played was a little weak because I couldn’t practice for it until right before the wedding because my keyboard is such a piece. We went camping on thursday before the wedding, and that was something I was relaly looking forward to. I haven’t been camping in forever, so it was great to sit around with friends and drink a few beers and smoke cigars.

Possibly the best thing that has happened since I came back to Ohio for the wedding happened on sunday. i was driving with my little brother and my dad when my brother threw up a west side hand signal in jest (making a joke about something on the radio or somthing like that).

At this point my dad asked me, “Luke, are you up on hand signals?”

I replied, “Exactly what do you mean?”

My brother then said, “He means this.” And proceeds to show me The Shocker. It looks like this:
The Shocker or \\\"Two in the pink, one in the stink\\\"

“Drew!” I repremanded.

“I didn’t show it to him. He just saw it.” My brother replied.

“So what does it mean?” My dad chimed from the back seat.

I stalled for a few seconds looking at my brother, and looking back at my dad. Trying to decide whether or not I could really tell my dad (a fairly conservatively minded republican man) about something like this. So I decided to just go ahead with it:

“It’s The Shocker. Two in the pink. One in the stink.”

My dad looks at me, thinks for a couple seconds, and then just says, “Oh. I get it.”

That was basically the reverse of every pre-adolescent boy’s nightmare. That nightmare being the day their dad sits them down and has the “birds and bees” talk with them. I, however, had to have a more in depth talk with my dad. Makes me shiver.

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Copious Smoke

July 14th, 2005 by Luke

The show lastnight went really well. At least that is what people tell me. So either they really liked it or they are just blowing copious amounts of smoke up my ass. It was good. We’ll just leave it at that.

Everything was going well lastnight, however, until afterward. That’s when I got drunk and belligerent. I was on fire. Everyone was laughing. Whether at me or with me? Who knows. It would seem like everything was going well but I was definitely pissing one person off with snide, backhanded comments. It is true: when you are drunk you are simply more of who you really are. For me? I just lose the filter that makes me think before saying all the honest things that are running through my mind. I am simply less selective. Some may call it belligerence. I call it extreme honesty.

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Anti-Hootinanny, a Few Bruises, and a Silly Hillybilly

July 12th, 2005 by Luke

I played the anti-hootinanny open mic at Sidewalk lastnight. Other than a few bruises, the show went really well. The crowd seemed super receptive to my stuff when I was handing out my flyers after I played. So that made me pretty happy. So happy, in fact, that I went to williamsburg and got shithoused.

Today I will be working on set for wednesday. Mostly, though, I will be working on the songs I am playing for a friend’s wedding in a few weeks. Since I have my friend’s keyboard, I need to (as we say in the sticks) make hay while the sun’s still shining. Which is a silly hillbilly phrase meaning “take advantage of an opportunity.”

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Things Are Coming Together

July 5th, 2005 by Luke

So I set up this web page. It’s pretty simple, but I wanted to get something up by the time of my first gig here in the city. My brother is going to take over from here and basically trash all of the HTML I designed and put something a lot sexier up. Until then, however, this is the motif.

I have been prepping for my gig all day. Prepping, of course, started with dragging my ass to the dark side of Williamsburg and borrowing my friend Chiara’s keyboard. Why should I need to borrow her keyboard? Good question. The answer to that would be that my keyboard is severely hurting: several of the keys are broken. I do owe Chiara for this little favor. This will all be fixed when I get a new keyboard. I think that is going to happen soon too. Soon, as in the next few weeks.

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