Ok! Here we go, guys. Time to see if I can pull it together, and start writing like a champ. Although, I read over last night's entry today, and I didn't hate it nearly as much as I did when I was writing it. That's probably because I wasn't stopping every few sentences to think of what to write. But who cares about last night's entry. We are living in the present and future here at Four One Five Choruses. That's not true. I plan on telling a lot of stories from the past. And right now I'm going to tell you about my very recent past. Yes, I'll tell you about my day.
So today, like a lot of my days lately, being unemployed and all, I woke up late. Today it was a bit later than usual, though. I woke up at 12:50. What a god damn bum, am I right? But I promptly sat up, and finished reading a book I was almost done with. So Kerouac's Visions of Gerard is down, and I'll start a new book tonight. But mostly all I did today was look for a job. Radioshack had a "We're Hiring" sign up in their window, but it seemed to just be a sham when I walked in, and was told that they weren't hiring. They told me that the sign was there, because other Radioshacks were hiring. Well thanks, boss. That's really helpful. So now I have to apply online to each store individually if I want to get hired at a Radioshack. And let me tell you... the online application for Radioshack is the worst application I've ever had to fill out. You'd think they'd just use Unicru like all of these other jobs I try to get (even though it requires I answer the same question 15 times), but no. They have to make their own application that doesn't collect enough information from me to gather whether or not I'd be good to hire, and leaves me unable to put important information down. But I guess that's what the interview's for. What I'm getting at is that nobody should ever try to work for Radioshack. You'll just end up not wanting to work for Radioshack by the end of the application. But today wasn't all Radioshack! In fact, it involved a nice little trip to one of my favorite restaurants in the area. That's right! Tonelli's in Bethel. They serve the biggest portions of food there, and it keeps me eating for weeks. Plus, they have just about the best vodka sauce I've ever tasted. They also have the most disgusting meal I've ever seen on their menu. It's just a big plate of meat. Various sausages, meatballs, veal, chicken, and some eggplant parm as your veggie. Then the whole thing is drenched in marinara sauce. But that's not all! It comes with a side of pasta. Just in case you're still hungry. All in all, it's probably about ten pounds of food. And that's gross. But me, I'm a big fan of the Penne Alla Vodka, because like I said, they have the best vodka sauce I've ever had. And because of the portion size, I ate about a third of it, and will be set for lunch for the rest of this week. Thanks, Tonelli's! But other than those two highlights of my day, I pretty much just watched videos of my favorite bands on http://nationalunderground.org Check it out if you're into that scene, maaaaan!
And yesterday I believe I told you guys that I was going to tell you guys a story. The story of me crashing my car like a champ? Yes, I sure did. I pretty much gave up on telling you about my bands. At least for now. I pretty much peaked at Project Dropoff, anyway (Also, that wasn't my idea for the name of the band, but my idea was twice as embarrassing.) But anyway, on to my of being an incapable driver. So it was a rainy morning in late winter in 2005. So February or March or something like that. And I was pulling out of my driveway to go to school I remember I was listening to the album Duck and Cover by the Mad Caddies. I remember that because I was listening to the song Road Rash when I crashed, and that's a little bit of a coincidence. But I pulled out of my driveway, and I live off a pretty steep hill. So I go to turn down it, and I get a little ways down, and I hit this patch of wet sand, and I guess that is something that makes me lose traction, because that's exactly what I did. So I start hydroplaning all over the road, and all the while I'm very calm. Looking back on it is pretty weird. I was still singing along to Road Rash the whole time I was losing control. But eventually I went off the road, over a couple lawns, narrowly missed a tree, and landed safely through a daycare. Did I say DAYCARE?! Yes, I absolutely did. I ran right through a daycare... Ok! Fine! It was only the fence surrounding a daycare! Geeze! You guys have to ruin everything! This is entertainment, people! Not enterboringment... or snoozertainment. Moving on, yes it was only the fence of a daycare, but it was enough to get a little girl to run outside crying. She ran out with the lady who runs the place, and started crying to the lady that she wished I was "with my mommy." It was probably one of the most heartbreaking moments ever. So to get the little girl to shut up, I called my mom, and she drove down the hill and we chatted. The woman who ran the place, who was pretty nice and understanding called the cops, so they could get the mess settled and get a tow truck there. But my car was pretty fucked up. It wasn't totaled, because I still drive it today. But the passenger side was roughed up something furious. Doesn't compare to the damage I did to that little girl's fence, though. Heh! Come to think of it, my airbag didn't even deploy. What a pussy fence! But eventually a cop came, and got the story of what happened. Then he gave me a $90 dollar ticket. He assured me it wasn't a speeding ticket, because I told him I wasn't speeding, and I wasn't. The cop called it a "driving too fast for conditions" ticket. I think he was being sarcastic with me. Fuckin' pig. But once everything was settled, my mom asked me if I wanted her to bring me to school, or if I wanted to take the day off. And even though I was pretty shaken up by the whole ordeal, all I could think about was going to school and telling all my friends what happened, and showing them all the pictures I took. So I had my mom bring me to school. When I got there, it was my lunch period, and I walked around handing bits of my front passenger side window that had collected in my backpack during the crash to people. So I spent the rest of that day spreading my story of not knowing how to drive to people. I was also left without a car for about three months. But not too long after my crash, my friend Christian was driving me around, and we drove up that hill, and a young boy was escaping through the hole I made in that fence. So I guess I'm kind of a hero, right? Greg Kolenski: Child Liberator? I like the sound of it.
Oh yeah! And tomorrow (today, I guess), I'm headed down to Orange and Milford with my friends Anthony and Ryan to first have pancakes at the best place for pancakes I've ever been to, Chip's! This place has around 40 varieties of pancakes, and I have not been let down yet. I need to peruse their online menu in preparation for this feast. But after pancakes, the three of us are headed down to Milford to see Why?, AU, and Dark Dark Dark. I hear Why? will leave me embarrassed that I play music. Well it's too late for that! But I'm really psyched for the events of tomorrow (today), and I'll make sure to fill all of you in, afterward. Look forward to it!
Well I think that's good enough for today. I'm going to find pictures of Howie Mandel on the internet from his Bobby's World days. What a beautiful head of hair. And then I'll probably go down to bed, and see where the huge spider I've been sharing my room with is hanging out tonight. Every time I wake up he's in a different corner of the room. Crazy spiders! Oh well! Goodnight, internet users! See you tomorrow!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Introductions Are In Order
Welcome to my website, internet users! It seems that I've started myself a blog here, and I think I at least owe all of you out there a little introduction. You did somehow find your way to my blog, afterall. It's funny, really. Unless you know me, there's probably no reason you should even be reading this. I'm not anyone famous, and I am not leaking all the latest albums from your favorite artists to you. But that will not stop me from addressing each and every one of these entries to the internet as a whole. Because, frankly, I have a lot of respect for anyone taking the time to read what I have to say. So I'm getting off track. You'll see a lot of that in my entries to come. Anyway, on to introductions.
I'm Greg, and for the next couple of months I'll be a student at Western Connecticut State University. After that, I'll be a productive (I may be jumping the gun) member of society. I'm 22 years old, and have been for about 9 months so far. I have been figuring since I'm this old already, I must have enough stories and opinions to keep this blog going forever if I need to. Of course, that could all be delusions of grandeur. But I won't be able to tell that until the fateful day that I come to this blog and have absolutely nothing to say. Anyway, I've been playing in bands for a good chunk of my life, and continue to do so to this day. I'll go over each and every one of those in greater detail later on in the post. I have had one job in my life, and am currently unemployed. But hey! I'm still a student. I can get away with that for the next two and a half months before I graduate. I enjoy reading quite a bit. And related to that, I also like to write. If I didn't like to write, I probably wouldn't be doing this right now. As you might be realizing, I'm really not too comfortable with describing myself in such a general way. But you get the idea. I'm a son, a brother, a student, unemployed, a musician, a music lover, a reader, a writer, a blogger, and about a million other things. I'm sure you'll learn a lot more about me if you continue to read this blog.
A big part of my life has always been music. When I was very young I would be happy just listening to Michael Jackson and Beatles records. In the second grade I picked up the saxophone, and played that for a few years, before giving up on nerdy band instruments. But I could play Ode To Joy faster than any of the other kids in the band. That wasn't the point, but fuck you! But yeah, as I grew up, my tastes changed. I went through my pop phase, my mall metal phase. I did it all. But of course, what really stuck was punk. I remember I was a late bloomer when it came to getting into punk. Hell, I went to Catholic school from Kindergarten through eighth grade! Leave me alone! But once I hit high school, it was all over. And like any self-respecting punk rocker I got into punk through ska. But who cares about what music I like. Let's talk about all of the bands I've been in!
The first band I was ever in was Project Dropoff. I was approached by my friend Christian one day, and he told me one of his friends from marching band wanted to get a band together to play for the school's talent show. Now I had been playing bass for around a year by then, and had never been in a band. So I was pretty excited, and of course, agreed. We were going to play Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers for the talent show, and let me tell you, we worked on that song for weeks. We got it down pat and we sounded great. Or what I assumed was great. I don't know. I thought all of my bands sounded great at one point. But anyway, the day of the tryouts for the talent show came, and we were practicing beforehand, and the singer of the group, my friend Eric says "Guys, let's do Smells Like Teen Spirit." So being that we were all in our first band, and just wanted to play, we were totally stoked on that idea. So we practiced that song maybe a couple times, and then headed over to try out for a spot on the talent show. Well... We blew it. We played Smells Like Teen Spirit worse than Kurt Cobain would play it now. And he doesn't even have a head. Yeah, that's right. We were that bad. So we didn't get on the talent show, and Project Dropoff never played again. I've only ever played one school talent show in my life, in fact. I have no idea what the name of the band was, but we did a shitty dance cover of Sweet Child O Mine, and it was the pits.
You know what? I spent way too much time writing about some terrible talent show faux-band I was in that never actually played too an audience. There is no way that I am going to write about the rest of my more real bands tonight. Hell, I might not even go over any of my other bands now. I'll be damned if I am going to proofread any of this, but as I was writing it I wasn't feeling the same flow I normally have when writing. I'll chalk it up to first blog jitters. But this whole band theme might not be going anywhere. I don't know. We'll see how I feel about telling you all my embarrassing stories of being in bad bands tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll have something I'd rather talk about tomorrow. Something the rest of you guys can get into. Heh. What a way to introduce myself to the blogging community. I'm crashing before I even put the key in the ignition. (That's an idea! I'll tell you all about my car crashing story tomorrow! That'll draw you in for sure!) Until tomorrow, kids!
I'm Greg, and for the next couple of months I'll be a student at Western Connecticut State University. After that, I'll be a productive (I may be jumping the gun) member of society. I'm 22 years old, and have been for about 9 months so far. I have been figuring since I'm this old already, I must have enough stories and opinions to keep this blog going forever if I need to. Of course, that could all be delusions of grandeur. But I won't be able to tell that until the fateful day that I come to this blog and have absolutely nothing to say. Anyway, I've been playing in bands for a good chunk of my life, and continue to do so to this day. I'll go over each and every one of those in greater detail later on in the post. I have had one job in my life, and am currently unemployed. But hey! I'm still a student. I can get away with that for the next two and a half months before I graduate. I enjoy reading quite a bit. And related to that, I also like to write. If I didn't like to write, I probably wouldn't be doing this right now. As you might be realizing, I'm really not too comfortable with describing myself in such a general way. But you get the idea. I'm a son, a brother, a student, unemployed, a musician, a music lover, a reader, a writer, a blogger, and about a million other things. I'm sure you'll learn a lot more about me if you continue to read this blog.
A big part of my life has always been music. When I was very young I would be happy just listening to Michael Jackson and Beatles records. In the second grade I picked up the saxophone, and played that for a few years, before giving up on nerdy band instruments. But I could play Ode To Joy faster than any of the other kids in the band. That wasn't the point, but fuck you! But yeah, as I grew up, my tastes changed. I went through my pop phase, my mall metal phase. I did it all. But of course, what really stuck was punk. I remember I was a late bloomer when it came to getting into punk. Hell, I went to Catholic school from Kindergarten through eighth grade! Leave me alone! But once I hit high school, it was all over. And like any self-respecting punk rocker I got into punk through ska. But who cares about what music I like. Let's talk about all of the bands I've been in!
The first band I was ever in was Project Dropoff. I was approached by my friend Christian one day, and he told me one of his friends from marching band wanted to get a band together to play for the school's talent show. Now I had been playing bass for around a year by then, and had never been in a band. So I was pretty excited, and of course, agreed. We were going to play Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers for the talent show, and let me tell you, we worked on that song for weeks. We got it down pat and we sounded great. Or what I assumed was great. I don't know. I thought all of my bands sounded great at one point. But anyway, the day of the tryouts for the talent show came, and we were practicing beforehand, and the singer of the group, my friend Eric says "Guys, let's do Smells Like Teen Spirit." So being that we were all in our first band, and just wanted to play, we were totally stoked on that idea. So we practiced that song maybe a couple times, and then headed over to try out for a spot on the talent show. Well... We blew it. We played Smells Like Teen Spirit worse than Kurt Cobain would play it now. And he doesn't even have a head. Yeah, that's right. We were that bad. So we didn't get on the talent show, and Project Dropoff never played again. I've only ever played one school talent show in my life, in fact. I have no idea what the name of the band was, but we did a shitty dance cover of Sweet Child O Mine, and it was the pits.
You know what? I spent way too much time writing about some terrible talent show faux-band I was in that never actually played too an audience. There is no way that I am going to write about the rest of my more real bands tonight. Hell, I might not even go over any of my other bands now. I'll be damned if I am going to proofread any of this, but as I was writing it I wasn't feeling the same flow I normally have when writing. I'll chalk it up to first blog jitters. But this whole band theme might not be going anywhere. I don't know. We'll see how I feel about telling you all my embarrassing stories of being in bad bands tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll have something I'd rather talk about tomorrow. Something the rest of you guys can get into. Heh. What a way to introduce myself to the blogging community. I'm crashing before I even put the key in the ignition. (That's an idea! I'll tell you all about my car crashing story tomorrow! That'll draw you in for sure!) Until tomorrow, kids!
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