^ Probably.

An old friend is driving into town tomorrow and asked me to join him for the free The Claypool Lennon Delirium show at Canalside.

The blue collared tweakers of this city love them some Claypool but I'll endure the drunken buffoonery for what should be a decent show. And hey... free.

I understand that I'm definitely in the wrong city for my musical interests, but at least the black box theater at the University features some quality avant-garde music now and again.

Just to see a Lennon offspring would blow my mind.

Yesterday I finally handed in my Masters thesis. Two and a half years of being flat out busy, two hour long recitals of solo guitar and a 10000 word exegesis. My scholarship is over now so I annoyingly have to join the real world as far as work and stuff goes.

I'm seeing Basinski at the music festival ;) ya proud of me?

My condolences.

BRILLIANT! Well done, sir!

I didn't mention anything, but I was very glad to see that one highlighted.

I just walked into my grand mother's house to visit with her before I leave for school Saturday. I couldn't find anyone inside, I yelled "hello?" but there was no reply, and I even tried knocking on the door to see if someone would come out. Finally I checked in her bedroom to find her praying on her bed. I felt like it would be rude to just interrupt, so instead I went and sat in the living room, thinking it would just be a minute or so since she had obviously already heard me. 25 ****ING MINUTES LATER, and this bitch is still praying away, at this point I can hear her, because apparently praying out loud is a thing? Anyway, a few minutes later I said **** it and just left, weird experience.

I thought this would be a granny sex story. Never have I been so disappointed.