SHAFTWAXER

So what exactly is up with artists releasing albums that have a great first track but then fill the rest of the album up with steaming piles of horse shit? I mean, sure, I understand you want to start off strong with a great hook, but what’s the point of a hook if you are just dragging me into a wading pool filled broken glass, cow urine, and covers of Britney Spears songs?

Last week was crazy. During the beginning of the week, I was busting my ass, churning out drill for everybody. I was very pleased with the quality of my work. It’s nice to feel like you are growing, getting better. Being stagnant is being creatively dead. I think when the writing season is done, I’m going to pull out a few of last year’s projects and compare them side by side, see how their product improved from year to year. I have the feeling that it will look like products written by 2 different people entirely.

The mad rush of productivity was inspired by the need to get everybody in place so I could escape for a vacation with the woman. It was really great. I don’t think I realized how utterly exhausted I was from the past few intense months of writing until I got away from it. I’ve been working pretty hard. I’m glad that I’m starting to get to a point where I can see the end. Only 14 things left to do, and 2 of them are over halfway completed. 3 more of those things will probably be taken care of by the weekend as well, so I’m getting there. Slowly but surely, I’m getting there.

One thing that is making my life annoying difficult would be kids dropping and adding band at the last absolutely possible second. You brats are the absolute bane of my existence. I get a number, and then I try and come up with all the great geometric shapes I can work with. I write 20 some pages of stuff only for you to decide that you don’t want to do it. Not only are you pissing me off and making me go back and rewrite everything I’ve done, but you are also fucking over your friends and your classmates. I could have gotten more done, gotten it to the guard staff so they could write work well ahead of time… But no. I instead have to waste my time rewriting everything and putting a band-aid on everything because you didn’t have the balls or foresight to say anything to anybody until you absolutely had to. No matter how late I wait to start in on the drill (sometimes I don’t start until the day before they go to camp, especially with some schools that seem to have a chronic history of this shit) it seems that I can’t escape.

Now, I understand that there are some occasions where things happened at the last second, something involving their family, a sudden scheduling conflict with the guidance office, stuff like that. I get it. I was a public school educator, I know how things like this work. These things happen. These are not the kids I want to beat. No, it’s the ones that just decided they didn’t like it but didn’t want to have to deal with the confrontation of telling the band directors about it until camp starts and they are getting phone calls wondering where the hell they are. If they are not careful, I’m going to shit in a lunch bag, set it on fire, and leave it on their doorstep…

…or maybe I’ll just suck it up and post something about it on the internet… like that’s going to really change anything.