Band Journal Entry: 3/23/91

What is with my obsession with Lisa Loeb? I like watching her "#1 Single" show and I think she's really hot. Perhaps because she doesnt seem as vapid as all those Paris Hilton wannabe's. I don't even see what people see in Paris. I would be so annoyied by her in seconds.

Maybe it's because she has real talent, but not a real big head. Maybe because she wears real glasses and doesn't try to hide the fact she needs them (although, I understand she's alergic to contacts, but she shows mucho personality with those frames...). Maybe she doesn't seem like if you'd hand her a water, she wouldn't throw it at your head screaming, "What is this crap?! I asked for chilled desani water!!!". I dunno. But all this remembering my past musical career is bringing this all back. I might even be persuaded to post a few demos here, if i could find some webspace to host it free. This aint to profit making blog, y'know...

Perhaps then, Lisa with see what a catch I really am... If i can just get her to read this blog.

I'd probably blow it though. I remember asking a girl out once in high school. My first time too. And not only did she tell me "no.", she took the time out of her schedual of crushing souls, to tell me why. That was the time I wished I had the power to dissapaite. That "why" lasted forever. I don't even remember most of it. The mind has a strange way of protecting itself from shock by shutting down.

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Band Journal Entry: 3/23/91:

Recently, M.I.T. announced they were offering $10,000 for conclusive proof of psychic ability. Upon hearing the news, two things occurred to us: 1) $10,000 is the exact amount of money we need to get on the road, and 2) Our water cooler can tell the future. Granted, in a world of supernatural phenomenon a psychic drink dispenser is perhaps a little unorthodox, but for 10 g's we don't care if our crystal ball says "Sparkletts" across the front.

So we called the boys at M.I.T. and told them we had the Jean Dixon of kitchen appliances right here in our apartment. One hour later, our living room was filled with guys in lab coats scribbling furiously on small note pads while Mark attempted to extract the mysteries of life from a five gallon jug of mountain spring water.

Over the years, the cooler has communicated with us via an intricate code of bubbles and gurgles which have learned to interpet. With the M.I.T. boys in the room, however, the cooler had only one thing to say: "Bill Clinton's Attorney General will be the Michellin Tire Man.". Sensing discontent on the part of our potential benefactors, Mark went for the bluff, saying we sould get $20,000 because the cooler was psychic and had a sense of humor.

Unfortunatly, M.I.T. was totally unimpressed. So we asked them if their scientific minds would be interested in noting the effects of gravity on a water cooler dropped from a 20 story apartment building. They said it would be worth a beer, so as it stands right now, we have no idea what will happen to us in the future - except for the fact that we won't be touring soon - and we're drinking a lot of tap water...

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