Last night I played at open mic in one of the bars downtown and an Elvis impersonator called me out front and told me he wanted to hire me to play music once a week for like $100 a night (under the table, yeeeeee), 2 and a half hours each night. Shit man, that could pay the rent and give me a little left over.
Today I promptly got fired from my job by one of the assistant store managers, I guess the store manager himself couldn't sack up and do it himself, fucker. At least I got to keep the cool swag from the garden soil vendor, and all my rad flair. They took my apron away though, which pisses me off 'cause I had really boss hand-drawn artwork on that bitch. Man I'm gonna miss that thing.
On a more responsible note, though, I'm job searching with a buddy of mine tomorrow. He's pretty well connected, and he's really knowledgeable about what places are hiring. He's a pizza boy, but gets hella boss tips, and people offer him jobs and shit and he's hooked a bunch of people up with good work. So we'll see.
And 9 days from now, I have a gig at a winery. They're allegedly gonna pay me. I didn't really give a shit about getting paid when I first signed up, but then they said they were paying and that the event was $25 a head. What the fuck, $25 a head to see my ass play shitty Eagles covers for a whole night? This is my first real gig since Albania, and it's ridiculous.
Soon I will have my computer back up and running (my roomie's letting me use hers) and I'll be able to put my new recordings up on the internet. I have a couple covers I've been working on, and if I can make enough money I'd like to get the licensing for some of the covers as well as publishing some of my originals. Whichever sounds best. I recorded a great cover of "Stupidity Tries" by Elliott Smith, I just gotta record vocals. I also did a pretty rad version of "And Your Bird Can Sing" by the Beatles. It's pretty baller.