two strange gossip

I booked as many shows as possible in town. Played four or five first shit slots on the bill, mostly at punk clubs near campus on weekdays.

I rehearsed not only for my music, but also for my dissatisfaction. Hello, this is a strange gossip. Play music on a guitar and drum machine for 22 minutes. Both are connected to the same distortion pedal and amplifier. Applause then, and after I'm done: goodbye.

Then I opened the CD cardboard box on the folding table and smiled at the people, despite never buying a copy. When I got home, I emailed every band, promoter, sound person and bar owner. Thanks for the opportunity. Thank you for your support. Thanks for supporting local music. I want to play thanks again. Then I started calling local radio stations and asking them to play my music. I look forward to living somewhere with a good radio station every time I pretend to be a college freshman. When a drunk cousin turns out to be playing music, I try to confuse me at a party. The DJs all said they had never heard of me. Then I pretend to be surprised, ignorant, and often frequent.