  I'm not exactly sure what this post title is supposed to mean, but who cares. It's late and I'm tired. This weekend was all about music. After getting my head together from urlLink the interview , I went to practice with urlLink my band . It was great being behind a drum kit again. We rehearsed a number of old songs, took care of a little surprise (which goes by the secret title Brandon), and wrote an entirely new ending to urlLink an old song . Then, Saturday afternoon, the lead singer and I went back to my place for an evening of drink and general weirdness. This involved loud music and wine from cardboard cartons, plus an absolutely disappointing listening session of the first four tracks from the new The Cure album. And we even lit candles for that son of a bitch. Just when we were starting to panic because we ran out of wine, my girlfriend came home, blind stinking drunk, from a party at one of her friends'. More wine all 'round and a good time was had by all. Eventually, we went to sleep. I briefly awoke to the sounds of retching coming from the bathroom and noticed there was no one lying next to me, but I figured I didn't really want to be awake for that, and promptly went back to sleep. Then, this morning, we all awoke, a little hung over. I finished off the remains of the wine whilst my lead singer and I composed a slow, orchestral dirgy-thing with a trial version of the latest version of FruityLoops (of which he is something of an expert, in my humble opinion).
Then, he handed over the controls to me, and I furnished the thing with some MIDI synth. Meanwhile, we tried to order pizzas, but because I'm such an idiot, they got the wrong address and, after a somewhat embarrasing phone call, we got three semi-cold pizzas &mdash; with the wrong toppings.
Oh well. Once we bid farewell to mister vocalist, I fired up Reason and proceeded to write the second part of the song. The finished result now clocks in at 8.54, and since this is a secret blog, urlLink I have no qualms about sharing it here . Now 'tis bedtime. In nine hours, I'll be at my new job. I'm looking forward to it. I still haven't decided what to do when that temp agency expects me to be at their shitty job Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, but I'll figure that out soon enough. My favorite scenario is to actually show up and quit in person, followed by a string of choice expletives and statements along the lines of "this is the worst fucking job I've ever had", but that probably won't mesh well with my new responsibilites. But, like I said, soon enough. All I can say is, glee will be involved. 
