It's well past 2 am once again. As usual, i am not asleep. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night, so i should be ready to pass out right?? Well, i feel exhausted, but i just laid in bed for an hour or so and am still fully awake. It's starting to piss me off. I think i have some disease that makes it so i can't sleep until the sun comes up. Let me tell you, that fucking sucks. Well i am going to stare at the t.v. for like 5 hours and then hopefully my eyes will stay shut for at least a couple of hours. I have to wake up at 8:30, so this really sucks. As i type this everyone else is sleeping. I am a jealous man.
Jesse Mack Johnson - 2:28 AM
Friday, June 28, 2002
Hopefully I am back to my regular blogging schedule now. We shall see. We've been in Minneapolis a few days now, living in Justin's basement and now have internet capabilities there. Things are good.
Todays celebrity birthday, John Cusack is 36.
Tony Thaxton - 10:41 AM
I just heard that John Entwhistle died last night. If you don't know who that is, i suggest going out right this second and buying The Who album, "Sings My Generation". Your life will change the moment the needle hits the record. It is a sad day for rock. At least he gets to hang out with Keith Moon now. For that i am jealous. "The Good's Gone"
Jesse Mack Johnson - 3:33 AM
Thursday, June 27, 2002
I am soooo sore from the pure ROCK INSANITY last night. It was a lot of fun. The show was great. All the bands were stupendous. Eastern Youth set the stage a-flame with Japanese words i could only interpret from the singers hand gestures. Talk about intense. I highly suggest getting the Cursive / Eastern Youth split cd. Onelinedrawing was great, of course. I don't even have to tell you that. Anyways, the rock was good, the rock was loud, and the crowd was great. I even heard some people singing along to our songs. Thumbs up to those rockers. They rule. Now i am going to go stuff my head with a grilled cheese sandwich at my local bowling alley.
Jesse Mack Johnson - 8:42 PM
just returned from an evening of music. we played a show at the ascot room with wish upon a star, attention, eastern youth and onelinedrawing. all the bands were extremely rockin', but onelinedrawing... holy fuck. i almost cried it was so delicious. in a flash of time and space my molecules aligned themselves in such a way that i could see the future. i told the man, "you make me want to become a better musician." and i meant it. he thought that was a wonderful compliment. it feels good to be good. unfortunately the world will never be the same. so herein lies the story... nightynight and sneakysneak.
justin pierre - 12:55 AM
