Taxes & Shoe Bombs

Finished most of my taxes. I'm gonna be late on my State tax but got all my Federal taxes done. Been kinda anxious the last couple of days. Reminds me of how I was feeling right before 9-11. Might be nothing, but we are living in a different world. It feels mostly the same, but there is one little difference- YOU COULD BE KILLED BY A FUCKIN' TERRORIST WITH A BOMB IN HIS SHOE! Paranoid. We've all become a little bit more paranoid. Shoe bombs...what the fuck is that. I didn't see what kinda shoe bomb that wingnut on the plane was wearing on the news. Were they a loafer style shoe bomb, or were they sneakers- WITH FUSES HANGING OUT OF THE FRONT! "Excuse me sir, you must have stepped on some string because...OH MY GAWD YOU HAVE ON SHOE BOMBS!!!" Where do you buy shoe bombs? The shoe bomb store? "What size can I get for you today sir? With timed detonator or extra long fuse?" What if you stepped down too hard and accidentally blew off your foot. In the hospital you'd be saying, "Well you see doctor, I was walking to the plane, and I tripped on the escalator, and the next thing I knew I was lying on my back with my foot parts all over this young lady's suitcase." Man...

Dawson's Creek

The Art Dept. of the TV show Dawson's Creek asked me for some Go-Kustom Rekords promo to use for their college radio station set for next season. I sent a box o' CD's, posters and T-Shirts. If they use any of it, that would be most excellent publicity for my burgeoning label.

Snow & Taxes

Snow and taxes, snow and taxes, blah blah blah, blah blah blah (sung to Frere Jacques).

Taxes

More taxes, taxes, taxes.

Snow

First real snow of the year here in Seattle. Not to heavy but kinda nice to get a little bit of the white stuff once in awhile. Doing my year end taxes so I didn't get a chance to finish the organ solo for the Go-Kustom TV Show theme song. Seems like all I do is taxes, taxes, taxes.

Go-Kustom TV Show Theme Song

Finished writing the Go-Kustom TV Show theme song. It's a rockin' bit o' drums, guitar, B3 style organ and my kids yelling "Go-Kustom!" It's all done except for a solo or two. I have to get the first show ready by next month to make the lottery for a regular spot on Seattle Public Access station. I've also been writing new song sketches for the Kill Switch...Klick - Kompressor project. I pulled my accounts with Redeye Distribution, so now Go-Kustom CD's are only available through this website and Amazon.com. I'm working on getting some European and Asian distribution. It's a tough break, but it wasn't working out with Redeye. I can't get into it as there may be some legal wrangling a goin' on.

Teen Feeding Frenzy! CD

Got the Teen Feeding Frenzy! CD's back from the pressing plant today. They look good and sound like they are supposed to. Life is good.

Kill Switch...Klick

Rearranged the studio from top to bottom the last two days. Now I have alot more room for drums or musicians. Mike Ditmore and Wes Griswold came over for a production meeting about the Kill Switch...Klick - Kompressor project. Busy as a bee I am.

Strange Night

OK, so it's 10 O'clock in the PM and I'm driving a family members stool sample to the E.R. Lab at the Northwest Hospital. The "specimen" had to be delivered to the hospital, no more than 2 hours out of the oven (if you know what I mean). I'm talking to myself in the car saying, "The things ya gotta do for your family." I get to the E.R. desk and tell the gal, "I've gotta hot tamale here, where's the Lab." She smiles and points to the elevator. Upstairs at the Lab I answer some questions about the "specimen" and proceed to leave. The Lab Technician goes," Uh-uh-uhhh. There's no name on this fecal specimen." I come back and give him some more info and he puts a sticker on the container. He says, "Yep- it happens all the time." I say," So then your all sittin' around the lab going,'Well who's shit is this?'"We all laughed. Then I went home. Strange night. Oh yea- and my son lost his first baby tooth at school today. He was all proud. "Hey, look what's different with me," and all that. After he said it, of course he closes his mouth, so I was like, "You have dirt on your lip?" "No." "You have a bug in your eye?" "No- look at my teeth, I lost my tooth." Yesiree, a very eventful family type of day.

Remotely Sad

Little planes falling out of the sky. I took the Christmas tree and decorations down today. It's all remotely sad.

Flu-Bug

Still fighting the flu-bug. Been loading sounds into my G4 from my old sound libraries. We're talking thousands and thousands of sounds. Tedious but necessary. Rented Moulin Rouge. Actually a great film. I was surprised. Sudden vertigo effects and clear winner of "best use of a Nirvana song in a freaky musical" award.

New Years Day

First day of 2002...let's see how this year goes. A damn sight better than last year...I hope.