NAPALM DEATH? yeah i sort of opened for them once with my fake band in new york emphasis on SORT OF they pretty much rule. we played at the upstairs of coney island high and they played the downstairs. fake band? yeah SLUT i will publish the story of how i ended up in this band some day it is quite a tale tell the short version ok here goes i came home one day and there was a note on my floor from my roommate tim oh no it said: get your bass, drum machine, practice amp and you can borrow my distortion pedal. you have a show tonight at coney island high at 11. must start band now! katie will pick you up at 4. so i'm like ok and i get all my shit together. and a few different shirts and the leather cowboy hat i had stolen from tessa the week before. hah. so katie picks me up in "via ria" her 1967 mercury caliente and we go to tessa's house. she is going to be the singer. much to the horror of katie and myself [=Topic=] chaya changed the topic to "coney island high" we get there and tessa is locked in her parents bathroom doing dope and there are a few strange boys in leather pants standing around drinking scotch and looking for snacks hah hahah katie has written like 5 brilliant songs and she plays them for me and i write quick bass parts and drum parts. so now we have to teach tessa the lyrics the writing parts part took like an hour and a half. then we realize that tessa will never learn the lyrics if she can't see straight so tessa finally comes out in a white bra and a pair of fredrick's of hollywood spandex hotpants that look like acid washed cutoff jeanshorts but are spandex. heh! and decides that what she wants to do is play welcome to the jungle and strip to it and we are like no fucking way ahha so we give her paper with the lyrics on it and spend the next four hours getting our outfits together, buying coke, and looking for tessa's favorite thong we drive via ria to the show and it breaks down on st marks in the middle of the street. and i'm wearing white platforms, tight pants, and katie's jeans jacket unbuttoned and the cowboy hat. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE oh dear lord but katie is wearing like fishnets and these spandex cammo underwear things and this weird "top" thing that she made, a janis joplin wig and big huge glasses so you all look like hookers with a broken down vehicle that's not too out of place on st marks's marks basically she's almost naked and we're pushing the car out of the way of an oncoming bus and we're late for the show HAH so she stays with the car and gives me her guitar and i have to go in and play her parts while she puts the car somewhere and i do. but i haven't the slightest idea how to play it and i'm sort of nodding off snerk so i do anyways and then she saves the day and i go back to bass. a friend of mine has pictures i wish i had those songs still. the lyrics were brilliant katie is a total genius and is one of the girls whose presence is guaranteed to ruin my life goddamn and she, apparently, just moved to la today YAY haha time to leave ha totally