Hello there, how are you?? I'm fine. How was your weekend? Fantastic (unless it wasn't).
Mine was good. Relaxing.
I've got a hankering to start playing rock n' roll music. A very specific type though (although once it started, I suppose it would end up wherever it went). But in my head, it kinda sounds like The Stones (around Dead Flowers-era), mixed with electric Dylan, with lotsa harmonies, kinda Heartbreakers-y catchy, driving rock and roll music. With a little country in there sometimes. Rippin' Telecaster solos done by someone other than me, while I play the E major chord (or A major) as hard as I can. Corey on bass. Kyle on drums and singin' with me. Man, that dude can sing! And play the drums at the same time. That's just craziness. Craziness.
It sounds really, really good in my head.
I've a meeting tomorrow to discuss some business. I will bring my papers. Business papers. To the discussion meeting. And my Creedence. Seriously though, I am meeting with someone to see about a music night, hosted by me, once a week. If it happens, it will be awesome, and I hope to see a bunch of people that I haven't seen in a very long time! Everyone can play songs for each other and drink many beers in a familiar, red location. If it's still red down there. Man, I suck at keeping secrets. Anyway, I have all of my appendages crossed. Cross your appendages for me, please. Thanks guys. You's the bestestest. :)
It's a nice wintery Monday morn. Not too cold. I shall go and enjoy it now.
Take 'er sleazy,
Landry
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday
I like Thursday. It's an optimistic, looking forward kind of day. The weekend starts tomorrow. I'm playing a gig at Clay Cafe on Quinpool tomorrow night at 7:30. I'll be playing some new tunes.
Man I love beer. Thursday makes me think of tomorrow's beer. I might just have one tonight in anticipation of the weekend.
Personally, I'm stoked about 2010. The new decade is upon us! Realistically, this doesn't mean shit to anyone. Just different numbers. But people need a reason to look forward, a reason to change and improve themselves, and motivation to re-start themselves on their way to wherever it is they wanna go. So I guess the number 2010 is as good a reason as any. I didn't make any real resolutions for this year (or decade). Same ol' stuff. Be less lazy, accomplish more. Vague things. But for some reason, when Jan 1 rolls around, I'm always filled with optimism. And I start to formulate plans. And I have plans for this year. No solid resolutions, but pretty specific things I'd like to accomplish. It'd be nice to quit smoking, though. Fucking cigarettes. I keep saying I'll quit when I'm ready. I'm never ready for more than a day or so at a time. I know the toll it takes on my voice, and all the other repurcussions. Don't care enough, though. Not yet. Please, not yet! Oh God. Must smoke. Now.
Ahh, that's better.
I now have two pet rats! More specifically, we moved my girlfriend's pet rats to my house. Dolly and Bonnie. Dolly's blonde, Bonnie is black with a white stripe up her back. Renee always names 'em after old ladies. I helped her with the names when she got these ones. I'll post pics when I figure out how. I'm none too smart with this here computer box, with it's fancy interwebs and facetubes and such.
So I'm on Season 3 of Lost. I'll give you a synopsis of what I've seen so far.
'JAAACCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!'
'KAAATTTTTTTTTEEEE!!!'
'SAAWWWYYYEEERR!!!!'
'RUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!'
'AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!'
No-one really knows what they're running from, and they always fall. Jack gets emotional, and starts blinking absurdly. There is always palpable sexual tension between Jack, Kate, and Sawyer. And the most random shit. Which they never talk about with each other. If it doesn't completely make sense in the end, I want my money and my life back. What they should do is gather around a campfire and go, 'Alright, I saw a fuckin' black horse today for no apparent reason.' 'Dude, I saw a fuckin' polar bear!' 'I saw Michael's son covered in water, talking backwards.' 'That's weird.' 'I ran into the woods for no reason, then fell for no reason, then I started hearing whispering all around me, and got dizzy. Then I awoke on the beach with a slipper in my hand.' 'I have you all beat. I saw explosions all around me, and then this big fucking black swirly cloud of smoke came right up to my face and stared me down. But for some reason I wasn't afraid.' 'Dude, that's seems a little weird.'
Having said that, I am entertained by the show, and I now have to watch the rest to see how it turns out. Which is the whole point, I guess. Hopefully it's better than the end of Battlestar Galactica.
McFarlane came over yesterday, and came up with this little guitar riff, which I recorded. Gonna try and put a melody and some words to it today.
Time for another smoke. Is it weird that I want a beer at 10:51am on a Thursday?
I'm out. Enjoy your day. Think about the weekend.
Wess
Man I love beer. Thursday makes me think of tomorrow's beer. I might just have one tonight in anticipation of the weekend.
Personally, I'm stoked about 2010. The new decade is upon us! Realistically, this doesn't mean shit to anyone. Just different numbers. But people need a reason to look forward, a reason to change and improve themselves, and motivation to re-start themselves on their way to wherever it is they wanna go. So I guess the number 2010 is as good a reason as any. I didn't make any real resolutions for this year (or decade). Same ol' stuff. Be less lazy, accomplish more. Vague things. But for some reason, when Jan 1 rolls around, I'm always filled with optimism. And I start to formulate plans. And I have plans for this year. No solid resolutions, but pretty specific things I'd like to accomplish. It'd be nice to quit smoking, though. Fucking cigarettes. I keep saying I'll quit when I'm ready. I'm never ready for more than a day or so at a time. I know the toll it takes on my voice, and all the other repurcussions. Don't care enough, though. Not yet. Please, not yet! Oh God. Must smoke. Now.
Ahh, that's better.
I now have two pet rats! More specifically, we moved my girlfriend's pet rats to my house. Dolly and Bonnie. Dolly's blonde, Bonnie is black with a white stripe up her back. Renee always names 'em after old ladies. I helped her with the names when she got these ones. I'll post pics when I figure out how. I'm none too smart with this here computer box, with it's fancy interwebs and facetubes and such.
So I'm on Season 3 of Lost. I'll give you a synopsis of what I've seen so far.
'JAAACCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!'
'KAAATTTTTTTTTEEEE!!!'
'SAAWWWYYYEEERR!!!!'
'RUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!'
'AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!'
No-one really knows what they're running from, and they always fall. Jack gets emotional, and starts blinking absurdly. There is always palpable sexual tension between Jack, Kate, and Sawyer. And the most random shit. Which they never talk about with each other. If it doesn't completely make sense in the end, I want my money and my life back. What they should do is gather around a campfire and go, 'Alright, I saw a fuckin' black horse today for no apparent reason.' 'Dude, I saw a fuckin' polar bear!' 'I saw Michael's son covered in water, talking backwards.' 'That's weird.' 'I ran into the woods for no reason, then fell for no reason, then I started hearing whispering all around me, and got dizzy. Then I awoke on the beach with a slipper in my hand.' 'I have you all beat. I saw explosions all around me, and then this big fucking black swirly cloud of smoke came right up to my face and stared me down. But for some reason I wasn't afraid.' 'Dude, that's seems a little weird.'
Having said that, I am entertained by the show, and I now have to watch the rest to see how it turns out. Which is the whole point, I guess. Hopefully it's better than the end of Battlestar Galactica.
McFarlane came over yesterday, and came up with this little guitar riff, which I recorded. Gonna try and put a melody and some words to it today.
Time for another smoke. Is it weird that I want a beer at 10:51am on a Thursday?
I'm out. Enjoy your day. Think about the weekend.
Wess
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Hello In There
Uh, I just started a blog. Ain't never had me own blog before. Blog. Sounds like the sound someone makes when they drink too much.
Don't really know what to do in this here blog. I've never really read any blogs before (that I remember). Uh, Ok, I'm 32 years old. I like music and road hockey and beer. I haven't actually played road hockey in about 2 years, but I still like it, and plan to play it again eventually.
I write songs, formerly with bands, now all by meself. You can hear some of 'em here.
http://www.myspace.com/wesslandry
http://www.myspace.com/dirtypoetsband
http://www.myspace.com/mantrahalifax
Let me know what you think.
I don't read newspapers or watch news anymore, so there probably won't be a whole lot of current-event type musings on this blog. Obama is president. That's all I really need to know for now. I like him, he appears human.
I guess I'll talk about things I like and dislike. That seems to be what a blogger would do. And I guess that I, being one who now blogs, am a blogger.
Music. Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, The Band, Wilco, John Prine, Kris Kristofferson, Neil Young, Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, The Beatles, Zeppelin, Pantera, Faith No More, Amelia Curran, Ray Charles, Willie, Merle, Woody Guthrie.
This could go on forever.
I'm also avid film looker-atter.
Oh God. I don't know where to start. The Big Lebowski. Seems as good a place as any. I'll stop there as well. For now.
I love the Pittsburgh Penguins. I like the Habs. I've always hated the Leafs, mostly cuz they were stupid. They're less stupid now, so I have to give 'em a chance. But I'll pretend I still hate 'em.
Deadwood. Watch it. It's a TV show.
Currently I'm watching Lost with my lovely girlfriend Renee so I will be caught up by the time Season 6 starts, which is apparently really soon. I'm starting season 3. Jesus. I have a lot of time to put in yet. It's pretty good though. Despite the sometimes bad acting, and random nonsense. 'Hey look, it's a random black horse'. 'Man, that's weird'. 'Don't tell anybody'. 'Don't worry, I won't'. 'Where's my baby?????? MY BABY????????????????????????'.'I AM GOING TO FIND MY SON'. 'AHHHHHHHHH'. It's like the song 'The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest'. Entertaining, though.
I play little acoustic shows at this place called The Clay Cafe in Halifax, NS. It's pretty cool. People just paint pottery and drink coffee, and I sit in the corner and play my songs. Kinda like practice. It's good, cuz I get to play all of my new songs for people that would never hear 'em otherwise. Kinda like a focus group. If they clap, I know they like it. Plus the room sounds great. No mic or nothin'. Just an acoustic geetar. I'm playing this Friday night at 7:30. Come check it out.
Books, crossword puzzles, Yahtzee.
Jeopardy.
Louis CK is hilarious. Watch him on the youtubes.
Runnin' out of steam here. Time for another cigarette. Helps me think. Goin' to see Wilco on March 2nd. I think there might still be a few tickets left (which fucking blows my mind). I think they're my favorite band right now. Go see 'em. Nels Cline is the best guitar player I've ever heard in my life.
Six points for Sid the Kid last night!! Count 'em. Six.
Alright, I'm out. Ask me questions, leave me comments, give me a topic to rant about. I love to talk aimlessly things in which I have no real knowledge.
George Carlin is funny.
bye.
Wess
Don't really know what to do in this here blog. I've never really read any blogs before (that I remember). Uh, Ok, I'm 32 years old. I like music and road hockey and beer. I haven't actually played road hockey in about 2 years, but I still like it, and plan to play it again eventually.
I write songs, formerly with bands, now all by meself. You can hear some of 'em here.
http://www.myspace.com/wesslandry
http://www.myspace.com/dirtypoetsband
http://www.myspace.com/mantrahalifax
Let me know what you think.
I don't read newspapers or watch news anymore, so there probably won't be a whole lot of current-event type musings on this blog. Obama is president. That's all I really need to know for now. I like him, he appears human.
I guess I'll talk about things I like and dislike. That seems to be what a blogger would do. And I guess that I, being one who now blogs, am a blogger.
Music. Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, The Band, Wilco, John Prine, Kris Kristofferson, Neil Young, Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, The Beatles, Zeppelin, Pantera, Faith No More, Amelia Curran, Ray Charles, Willie, Merle, Woody Guthrie.
This could go on forever.
I'm also avid film looker-atter.
Oh God. I don't know where to start. The Big Lebowski. Seems as good a place as any. I'll stop there as well. For now.
I love the Pittsburgh Penguins. I like the Habs. I've always hated the Leafs, mostly cuz they were stupid. They're less stupid now, so I have to give 'em a chance. But I'll pretend I still hate 'em.
Deadwood. Watch it. It's a TV show.
Currently I'm watching Lost with my lovely girlfriend Renee so I will be caught up by the time Season 6 starts, which is apparently really soon. I'm starting season 3. Jesus. I have a lot of time to put in yet. It's pretty good though. Despite the sometimes bad acting, and random nonsense. 'Hey look, it's a random black horse'. 'Man, that's weird'. 'Don't tell anybody'. 'Don't worry, I won't'. 'Where's my baby?????? MY BABY????????????????????????'.'I AM GOING TO FIND MY SON'. 'AHHHHHHHHH'. It's like the song 'The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest'. Entertaining, though.
I play little acoustic shows at this place called The Clay Cafe in Halifax, NS. It's pretty cool. People just paint pottery and drink coffee, and I sit in the corner and play my songs. Kinda like practice. It's good, cuz I get to play all of my new songs for people that would never hear 'em otherwise. Kinda like a focus group. If they clap, I know they like it. Plus the room sounds great. No mic or nothin'. Just an acoustic geetar. I'm playing this Friday night at 7:30. Come check it out.
Books, crossword puzzles, Yahtzee.
Jeopardy.
Louis CK is hilarious. Watch him on the youtubes.
Runnin' out of steam here. Time for another cigarette. Helps me think. Goin' to see Wilco on March 2nd. I think there might still be a few tickets left (which fucking blows my mind). I think they're my favorite band right now. Go see 'em. Nels Cline is the best guitar player I've ever heard in my life.
Six points for Sid the Kid last night!! Count 'em. Six.
Alright, I'm out. Ask me questions, leave me comments, give me a topic to rant about. I love to talk aimlessly things in which I have no real knowledge.
George Carlin is funny.
bye.
Wess
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