Sunday, March 7, 2010

Just got back from practice. Fired everyone. Everyone fucking sucks. My drummer has no sense of timing, my bassist tries to be the star by fucking slapping everything, and my guitarist is a speed freak. Both in the sense of doing speed and playing way too fast. I mean, shit, I can play better than any of these guys, and I haven't picked up any instrument in at least a year. I think I might make another round in the clubs to try and pinch guys from other outfits, but if that doesn't work, I'm probably going to have to take what I've got and buy a plane ticket out of here. I'm thinking of heading for either Germany, Russia, or Holland. France might be an option, but I don't remember how the music scene is. I think I remember something about it being pretty electro, which is fine, but I'm trying to put together a punk outfit.

I wonder if it'd be possible to get some recording equipment and some instruments and just do the whole fucking thing myself.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

I'm Valentine Vasser. I really have no idea what the fuck goes in a blog, but I figured, with my birthday being Saturday, and me turning 20, I was behind on making one of these. Um, that's all I've got for the moment, sorry. Ideas are keenly appreciated.

If you live in the greater London area, look around for flyers regarding a band called You Can't Arrest Me, I'm A Rockstar (And/or Detox. Or Cast Iron Cross. There's some dispute about the naming.)