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Sep. 25th, 2006 11:37 pmTonight I finally finished arranging that annoying song I've been working on since early summer. It comes in at about 8 minutes long, which is funny considering I cut out at least two thirds of the material I wrote for it. Also, the running order doesn't include the clean vocal part. The one (and only one) I already recorded. Without using Antares Autotune. Who knows, maybe I'll relent and put it back in later.
The last few days were like this:
On Friday I went out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baybee_bat's birthday do, where chalkeh stole one of my cocktail sausages and called me creepy. Now that's adding insult to injury.
On Saturday was the (now marginally infamous) Frogka party. (Frogka = Frog-shaped jelly vodka...) I don't remember much of it, though I do recall drinking copious amounts of unidentified beverages from someone's drinking horn. I fear these may be related. What I do remember includes Craig being 'talked to' by a policeman for running across a busy road, aging hippies walking into the house briefly before walking out again, people sitting out in the street on bean bags, a trail of candles leading to the small man-made cave below the cellar (which I am privileged to have found in the first place), headbanging to Amon Amarth in the middle of the living room, setting up Mr Pink's drumkit (well, a kick and a snare, with a ride cymbal balanced on my finger) without permission and playing it at midnight, and, er, stuff. I really don't remember much more.yourapocalypse claims I was chasing girls, but that sounds like a vicious lie. It was probably soldatengrab in his corset or something. I also managed to reverse a role I played 4 and a half years ago; that of crowding into someone's bedroom while he played guitar and kept out of the way of the party proper. markachu and shallowthing may know of what I speak.
Anyway, the homing beacon kicked in at 2:30am after one too many unidentified drinks and I stumbled the (refreshingly) short distance home.
On Sunday... well, that was mostly a write-off as I was so ill from the night before. Don't drink, kids._arnamentia_ came round in the evening to drop off a Foremanator and check that I didn't choke on my own vomit.
Omnium Gatherum on Wednesday. Possibly Bloodstock Indoor Festival on Saturday. Any one of you locals know if it's Full Metal Racket on Friday? These are busy days indeed.
The last few days were like this:
On Friday I went out to
baybee_bat's birthday do, where chalkeh stole one of my cocktail sausages and called me creepy. Now that's adding insult to injury.On Saturday was the (now marginally infamous) Frogka party. (Frogka = Frog-shaped jelly vodka...) I don't remember much of it, though I do recall drinking copious amounts of unidentified beverages from someone's drinking horn. I fear these may be related. What I do remember includes Craig being 'talked to' by a policeman for running across a busy road, aging hippies walking into the house briefly before walking out again, people sitting out in the street on bean bags, a trail of candles leading to the small man-made cave below the cellar (which I am privileged to have found in the first place), headbanging to Amon Amarth in the middle of the living room, setting up Mr Pink's drumkit (well, a kick and a snare, with a ride cymbal balanced on my finger) without permission and playing it at midnight, and, er, stuff. I really don't remember much more.
yourapocalypse claims I was chasing girls, but that sounds like a vicious lie. It was probably soldatengrab in his corset or something. I also managed to reverse a role I played 4 and a half years ago; that of crowding into someone's bedroom while he played guitar and kept out of the way of the party proper. markachu and shallowthing may know of what I speak.Anyway, the homing beacon kicked in at 2:30am after one too many unidentified drinks and I stumbled the (refreshingly) short distance home.
On Sunday... well, that was mostly a write-off as I was so ill from the night before. Don't drink, kids.
_arnamentia_ came round in the evening to drop off a Foremanator and check that I didn't choke on my own vomit.Omnium Gatherum on Wednesday. Possibly Bloodstock Indoor Festival on Saturday. Any one of you locals know if it's Full Metal Racket on Friday? These are busy days indeed.
