Friday Friday

Bleck. I feel as though my entire throat is inflamed in rebellion against that bad lemonade I drank last night. I'm just going to call it psychosomatic and move on with my life.

Besides, life is good today. It's a sunny Friday. I am done with classes for the weekend and hanging around my apartment in my scuzzy Greenday t-shirt (a shirt I still insist on wearing even though I know it looks better on Ryan...).

Fridays get my thumbs-up of approval. Not sad to see this week come to an end.

Wrote a new song a couple of nights ago while I was attempting to mentally process the weirdness of the world. I really don't know if it's any good. It's a bit of a departure from my normal whimsical style (I'll be back to writing songs about zombies and icebergs soon, I am sure). I'm always nervous to post songs like this for fear that they are too cheesy or just plain suck. But I am trying hard to overcome these standard issue neurotic insecurities of a songwriter, so I took a quick recording of it on my iphone when I was practicing this morning. It's a terrible recording and the song is still fresh out of the notebook so it's a bit rough.

See? It's barely legible, and that big blank spot is where the second verse will go if I ever feel like writing one (I'm infamous for cheating and just recycling the first verse instead of writing a second...hey, words are hard for me - I'm more of a music and melody girl).

Anyway, now that I've given you two paragraphs worth of disclaimers, you can hear the song now. It's just audio. Maybe I'll be more sophisticated next time and add video as well, but I was feeling camera shy this morning.

I would love to hear what you think. The sound of Internet crickets is always terribly unnerving.

On a side note, if you're just now tuning into all this madness, you should check out this entry.

It's all about how you can get involved with our summer tour by joining our street team. There's a great video over there you might want to watch. Also included in this entry is information on how you can date Ryan. Check it totally out, yo.

I'm gonna go do whatever it is I do on Fridays. Peace and trash rock. Over and out.

Maps, Street Teams, Yentas, etc.

Last night, I removed the giant "School House Rock" poster from my wall and put up a map in the United States in it's place. I then spent a significant amount of time decorating it with colorful stickies. Each sticky is labeled with the name of someone we know (or kinda know) that lives somewhere in the United States.

So the middle of the country is lacking stickies, but we'll fix that with couchsurfing.com.

(And for the record, not all of the stickies are totally legitimate. I did this late at night when writing "AMANDA PALMER" all over Boston made sense and slapping the name "Edward Cullen" on Forks, Washington was hysterical.)

As we get an idea of what venues we want to play, we'll add them to the map too.

In other news, Ryan came over tonight for some quality trash rock time. Any band can have practice, but only Original Sound Trash can have trash rock time! Trash rock time is generally a very magical part of the week. Tonight was no exception. We explored new music. We explored the contents of the infamous Trash Rock Box. We quoted obscure movies and internet memes. Ryan acted like my psychiatrist. I acted like Ryan's yenta. And then we made this video:



Watch it to learn how YOU can be a part of our street team!

If you are interested in promoting us in your town, let me know!

And if you are interested in dating Ryan, please notify me of this as well. After all, I am his yenta.