Crazy drummers

Ok, im listening to the new August Burns Red record and holy shit. I would hate to be this drummer! The dude must do like 8 lines of crack before hitting the stage. He is so freaking quick. Now its all cool to be speedy Gonzales on drums, but what if he rocks up to a show tired? Or hungover? he is fucked. You have to go out there for like an hour and drum your little heart out. And im the kinda fan that if he is not 100% on the night, i will write them off forever. They will be known as the band that suck live (along with millions of others).
Now i may just have this opinion because im a lazy prick. But seriously. What would make you want to do this, day in and day out? Now i know some of you will be thinking ' ohh but he probably loves the music and blah blah'. But surely he can love playing some style of music that you can play hungover, with one arm and half asleep? Now i guess good on him for being a crazy mother fucker, but wow, he is still in a pretty fucked situation.

Anyways, this album is pretty solid! Just like all their other stuff, but i like that so i guess it works for people like myself who fear change. I have been listening to some other solid stuff lately as well. Such as All Time Low's Nothing Personal. I love it. Im a pop-punk bitch and love this album! Its the kind of record that puts me in a good mood. Which makes me feel nice, and when i feel nice i like to make other people feel nice. This is the kinda band i can see my self playing in. I could rock up to that show drunk as shit, smoking weed and with a hooker on the end of my knob and still not fuck these songs up. I go by the theory of less is best. I think this theory works for lots of things in life. For example, I would prefer less aids over more aids. I would like a lady to have less fat then more fat. I would like a women to complain less rather then ALL THE FUCKING TIME. But hey the worlds not perfect.

Its been a little over a week or so since i have started this blog, and im starting to get used to the idea of having it. If not for anyone else but my self. I can type out my thoughts and read them back a week later and think 'Fuck i really should swear so much on the interwebz'. Who knows one day this could be the greatest blog on the whole of the internet. But this could also work out as one of those things that i do for like a month and think, fuck this. No one gives a shit.
I believe that blogs are a pretty cool idea. Its more or less a journal that your are happy for everyone to read. But not as gay as a journal. Its like a man-journal of some sort. With not enough violence or stimulation to keep you reading until the end. I also like reading blogs about people i know nothing about. It makes me kinda feel like a stalker though. Preying on my next victim. I would like to meet someone who has no idea who i am and tell them all this stuff about them that i know. Yeah. That would totally freak them the fuck out.

Im gonna go get a beer and guess some muffs. So i bid you farewell.

Rule: ABR, ATL, guesshermuff.blogspot ;)
Suck: Guessing the wrong muff, seeing a hairy muff and eating a hairy muff.

Peace.