[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

My friend Ian is going to videotape the whole thing. I'm also bringing my trusty General Electric salvation army tape recorder and a mic. So I'll have some cool soundz for you 2nite.

[Grete]

Good Luck!!!

[krastian]

Have fun....kill and destroy.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

Oh I will. I'm really in love with the setlist I made. My 2nd to last song's ending is going to rattle some teeth.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

Oh my god. Worst show ever.

It was so fucking freezing at the show (outside under a tent) that I couldn't feel my fingers. My string broke on my first guitar, and I had to use my backup for the 7 remaining songs. My friends said it was good, but I fucked up so much I felt terrible.

Even worse, my archenemies were there heckling my sister and I. I used the Seinfeld "I don't go to where you work and heckle you" line.

After the show while I was packing up, he was calling my sister a fat, ugly, pothead, loser, cunt that isn't going to college, and he called me dumb and ugly and claimed that I failed out, when I didn't, I was financially suspended. He is a fucking rich jackass that doesn't understand how expensive college is.

Anyways, I was so angry I couldn't even think of words to describe how much I hated him. In these situations, I usually end up using alliteration and accidentally saying "faggot." I don't hate gays(I love you HaydenAsche!), it is just a derogatory word that pops in my mind when I am really angry.

So here is a tidbit of the convo:
Me: Get away from my sister you fucking fucker
Him: (I can't remember)
Me: Get away from me you fucking faggot
Him: What you hate gay people now?
Me: No just you, you are like a bundle of sticks, you should burn you fucker

Second worst day of my life.

I feel like getting drunk, killing someone, and getting fucked. Perhaps all at the same time.

Post-script:
Apparently I cut my hand while playing guitar tonight, because an hour after I left, I found blood on my knuckles. My hands were so numb that I couldn't even feel the pain of my knuckles being cut (apparently on the string that broke.)

It is really easy to fuck up guitar parts when you can't feel the frets.

I need a hug!

[golden child]

so how did the recording turn out?

[Пятхъдесят Шест]

I guess saying 'sorry, man' is sort of redundant.

[golden child]

*cyber hug

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

Originally Posted by golden child

so how did the recording turn out?

I haven't listened to it. I wasn't satisfied with the tone of the borrowed amp, and I kept fucking up my songs because hands were freezing. I'd assume pretty terrible. I fucking completely lost my composure because of those jackasses. There is me talking back to those two guys in the audience mid song on 2 or 3 of the songs.

[alyasa]

Sorry to hear that shit. Want someone to come over and beat teh shit out of him?

[Bertrand]

Write a song about the fucker, mock him, ruin him, destroy him. Use your rage, turn it into something scorching. I'm on your side.

[alyasa]

Yeah, what Bertrand said is right, paint a portrait of him, use dark, angry colours, tear up the canvas, drone on about him... Let the melody and the sound bleed out of you, into the microphones, into the electric signals and back out through the amplifiers... Let your seething bile guide you and your wit and your talent...

[krastian]

People fucking with my sisters=broken face for them

[Grete]

uhm a cyber hug ;-)

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

Originally Posted by Bertrand

Write a song about the fucker, mock him, ruin him, destroy him. Use your rage, turn it into something scorching. I'm on your side.

Oh I will.

I'm also just thinking that covering "Prayer to God" by Shellac might be a good idea. It pretty much expresses my feelings about these 2 hecklers. Except there both guys.