:: mike errico diary ::

:: Thursday, March 10, 2005 ::

Lesley has finished the lead vocal for "Someday". I haven't heard it yet, but I remember what she did in Vegas. People were cheering along with her. It was magic.


Meanwhile, VH1 just keeps on playing "My Coolest Years", which is cool. I think the "Metalheads" episode was my favorite. Jim Breuer really nails it.


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:: mike 2:02 PM [+] ::

Ellinghaus got himself a nice review yesterday. I took the photos and played the guitar on the record, and we had a great time. "This album just might be the inspiration that Michael Stipe turns to when he wants to explore a more singer/songwriter feel." Go get 'em, Jonny-
:: mike 2:27 PM [+] ::

If Starbucks annoys you, this will only fuel you.

Go here, scroll to THURSDAY.
http://www.thestranger.com/2005-03-03/last_days.html

then listen at:
http://thestranger.com/specials/starbucks.php

There used to be a small, privately-owned bookstore near my house. When Barnes and Noble popped up a couple blocks away, the store went out of business. Soon afterward, the storefront became a Starbucks. A haunted Starbucks. I never, ever go there.
:: mike 8:31 AM [+] ::

Oh, my God. 'Hungover' doesn't explain it properly.

Dissembled. Fractured. Obliterated.

No. There is no word for it. These three lines have taken me thirty minutes to type. My fingers are so loud, and the effort is superhuman.

What have I done to myself?

Mike, you idiot.

Sweat it out, and sleep it off. You smell like Walter Matthau in "Bad News Bears." You smell like Nicholas Cage in "Leaving Los Vegas." You just... smell. Like ... what? Vodka and wine and scotch AND beer? You're a George Thorogood song. And that's never good.

Mike, you idiot.

Hit the showers.

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:: mike 7:31 AM [+] ::