shining trapezohedron

came home from Møllers now, had a fruitful meeting with Rex. several issues pertaining to the band project were discussed. I have faith in this. this could be it. even if nobody in the "band" has ever witnessed another member play (except for the drummer and the guitarist), I think we can get this on its wings very soon. time is of the essence, Rex explained, because in another year or so metal will be burned out again like it was during the final years of the Eighties. I'm not so sure, but it's better to grab the audience while it's subceptible to the style (sorry for possibly coming across as cynic and/or selling out).

we set some more finite directions for the project, discussed possible solutions for potential problems, and had generally a fine time. yeah!

I have to produce more lyrics. don't know if I'm in a state to accomplish that goal right now, but I at least started my serious, pen-in-hand walkthrough of Levi tonight. if not outright productive, it should produce lots of ideas to build upon.

Morten just informed me by SMS that Al Gore, Stephen Hawking, and Gary Gygax all played themselves on tonight's episode of Futurama. argh. :-( I'll have to catch up by mpeg or something.

think I'll be sleeping soon. got a coupla meetings tomorrow, I would want to get up for those at least.

waste away with me

damn it, I've gotta learn to play Everlong.

Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong

Tonight
I've thrown myself into
And out of the red, out of her head, she sang

Come down
And waste away with me
Down with me

Slow how
You wanted it to be
I'm over my head, out of her head, she sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
Gotta promise not to stop when I say, when
She sang

Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in

And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
Gotta promise not to stop when I say, when
She sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
Gotta promise no to stop when I say when

not necessarily the song describing my situation the best right now, but. I do feel like going home to play it right now, anyway.

BadCop SMS'd me, I'm out for a moccacino break on a city bench in the afternoon sun. he's become a fast friend. heh, that pun wasn't even intentional.

another SMS. he's outside. better run.

speak no evil, don't you think no evil...

BadCop and I went to So What! for a little chitchat instead. he showed me some photos from his latest US tour, which were in actuality the not-to-be-published leftovers from his forthcoming article/report in Spirit magazine. looking forward to reading it, heh. he's also getting his own column from now on, revolving around the theme of "hate." heh. no shaming his nickname, that one.

I suspect the evening of December 19th will be filled with tears on my part. my god. Peter Jackson is going to extort them from whatever buttery where they have lain in storage, he'll be playing my emotions like Hendrix played his Strat. I know I'm not alone in contracting severe fits of goosebumps already, just watching trailers and reading up on prerelease material. I have no idea how early I have to show up at the box office one month and a half in advance to get my tickets, but I'm determined to watch it in the finest theater Oslo has to offer. not sure if I'm up to spending the night camped outside, but heck, I already marked down the date in my appointment calendar.

and speaking of opening nights, I'll be taking Callie to watch Planet of the Apes on Friday, methinks, only it crashes with an indie music festival I also would like to attend. but it's not as if GoodCop would disappoint anyone, so I guess it's off to monkeyland for my part. hmh. women. :-)