May 13th, 2002

Schrö Fucking What

I woke with a start that morning
Alone or not in my bed
I didn't know till I whipped the covers back
If love was live or dead

Fall in love or a deadly faint
Half a chance in the world
Is she is or is she ain't...
My Schrödinger's girl

It's my principle uncertainty
The way she can only sometimes
appear to be

Her "come hither"
could draw me across the world
A quantum dither
She's a Schrödinger's girl

that's all I got so far, folks
  • Current Music
    Tracey Ullman, They Don't Know

How it Turned Out

I give myself about a C, 75% on Helmet's Unsung. I think I actually got worse after popping in Fugazi's Repeater + 3 Songs (it was those three extra songs that tired me out, yep). I'm rocking at coming back from fills, and I'm amazingly good at hitting the right parts of the bed, considering this is the first time I've tried using my brother's bunk as a drum kit. My timing is good in general, but I get overzealous on the syncopation and, though I'm good at coming back, if I mess up there, there's nothing to come back from. Oh, and I need to hold the sticks tighter and my wrists looser. The other way around makes for flying sticks if they get caught in the sheets or under the pillows.

But I took off my shirt and my arms look way cool drumming. I'm so vain, I know.
  • Current Music
    Helmet, Turned out