whatcha ona bout girl??

whatcha ona bout girl??
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Freedom Jam, the spare snare, and the graveyard at Hop in



If I thought I have succeeded more than I’ve failed ….I might be lying to you so I wont tell you that …….yeah dude…gotta LONG list……..the summer after my freshman year of college I wasn’t smart enough to line up summer work so….. I ended up working the graveyard shift……....at HopIn. 11-7. right across from my old high school………..It was AWFUL…….AWFUL I TELL YOU!! I made a fool of myself for the low low price of......like…….$3.65 /hour. I was humiliated on a daily basis to the delight of ALL my old high school buddies who would come in and buy beer and laugh going out the door. “Yeah……..Logan’s going places….Bwahhaaaa!!!!” Ex girlfriends would come in as well as girls I had wanted to ask out….…fan…..tastic…..they couldn’t hide the fact they were glad ……glad they weren’t with me!!!!! LOL Yep sure made the right decision there didn’t they??!! LOL Now I cant take credit here.

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he's down

When I was a senior in high school I got the hair brained scheme to follow this band around that I wanted to join. Yeah dude…..freedom jam was playing all over Virginia and I would follow them from town to town even on school nights. That was my plan. …… Graduate……… and become the drummer for freedom jam. It was a fan….tastic idea. Really dude…I mean….just think ...... the touring……..see the country…..the L A D I E S ……oh yeah dude….the prestige!!!! The MONEY!!!!.....Mom ….Dad….How can this go wrong??....... Seriously???
I was sitting at the mixing board at a show in Chatham when I got my shot. In the middle of a song the drummer busted his snare drum and heaved it over to the side….I LEPT up and grabbed the manager ‘”I KNOW WHERE THE SPARE IS!!!!!!” He looked and me and said “go kid”…. I rush out of the auditorium, run back stage, and find the snare drum case……I burst out on stage and hand it to him….panting and full of stage fright. “thanks man…..you saved me!!!!” yeah dude…...cool…….saving the day…a medal of honor, newspaper articles, tv interviews……..all for me………….not really.
Soon after that I got offered the job. A boys dream come true………I……………..turned it down. I was/am a fantastic drummer. What I wasn’t……. was a good student. All my friends were going to college next year and I was barely on the graduating list……a failure…..….yeah dude …..be a drummer……..thats a GR…..EAT plan……

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust

Bring it………bring your failures……we all have them…..like I said …..my list is long. Life is tough on people these days and it makes me sad to think that people are gauged by successes and failures…..but reality trumps all and so that’s the way of the world…..in the face of that truth….I still get to play guitar around town and my education has served me well….so Im not sure failure has marred me as much as it has made me a strong man. The HopIN is…..…gone but I don’t think my luck would have been any better working 11-7 at 7-11.

8 comments:

Indigo said...

Never put yourself down, have faith in whatever you do in life. Nice muscels

f1trey said...

@ Indigo- practice whatcha preach baby! I hear ya! People get beat up easy if theyre not confident...

nice ......nipple hehehe

Miss Angie said...

It teaches you things. Everything is a lesson!

f1trey said...

@ Angie- Funny how that happens......at the time workin hop In was ......less than NO fun....my past is full of character building.......oh yeah....

April said...

I believe that success isn't measured by how much money we make or what kind of job we have, but how truly happy we are. The lessons you call failures, are just that, lessons. Strong people learn from their mistakes. By looking at your muscles, you're VERY strong! =)

I worked at Dunkin' Donuts and Denny's.......not much glory in that, huh? I think we all have our HopIn job.

f1trey said...

@ April- I love you! ...beaming.... thank you! :)

Man what I wouldnt give to have dated the chick at Dennys!!!! XXXX OOOO

Kimberly said...

That is sucha kick ass song...

I was a hostess for Ruby Tuesday on the weekends while I was in college - uh yeah...can you imagine how many people I knew & had to ask "smoking or non?". But of course, I now have the most smokin' kiss ass job in the world.

f1trey said...

@ Kimberly-what do you do now????? you never told me....email me....