How much did you pay for your Rock n' Roll Lifestyle?

I'm in Corner Brook. My work brings me here. I don't think I'd ever be here otherwise. I am far too careless to try going down that fucking mountain over there. If I was in band though, I would come here and play. They like bands here.
The thing is, I AM in a band. We just haven't played a gig in about 3 years. We got together and jammed back before Xmas with the intention of playing a show during the holidays but much like the million other bands trying to stage a comeback, it fizzled early in its stages.
This is not the first band I was in. Since high school, I have been trying to get a piece of the giant hash block that is rock stardom. This dream has all but been disassembled. I'm 27. Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Janis Joplin were ALL dead at 27. This is my year to die of Rock n' Roll excess. My rock n' roll excess now consists of drinking too much Crown Royal, singing "You may be right" By Billy Joel at the Grumpy Stump via Karaoke then going home, passing out and pissing the bed.
I moved out of my apartment last week (I'll speak more on that in a future post) I stumbled across a few cassette tapes in a closet. Once I found something that I own that plays cassette tapes, I turned a few of them on to hear what was on them. After hearing a couple of mixtapes of songs that I haven't heard in a long time I came across an "Underground Chaos" tape. People who are old friends of mine will recognize the name immediately. This was the band I was in during High School.. Yes. This was the actual name. We later renamed the band "Coilhead" but "U.C.", as we liked to be called (but no one did) as what people remember.
It sounded so shitty. Imagine the half-retarded mini-pop that sings shitty but they keep him in cause his studdering sounds like scatman. Got that? Now picture him singing "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains. This was the band.
The drummer moved to Labrador in 1997 and the band never recovered. He owned a bus that we used to drink beer and play our shitty music in. With that gone the whole band seemed pointless. I stole the drummer's girlfriend. I didn't like me for a while. I'm an asshole . As this blog matures, this fact will become more evident.
Here is a pic from 1998 or 1999. It was at a battle of the bands. This was an impromptu U.C. reunion during sound check.. Dennis (U.C.'s) guitarist, is playing the drums.

The First time is the worst

I never thought this day would come. I have busted my blog-cherry. There was blood. It came from my nose. I don't think I did it right.
I really would be surprised if anyone reads this blog. I rarely have anything insightful to say and I never have the attention span to turn an idea or thought into text. Many of my friends can vouch for this. The extent of me being entertaining usually has me either ending up injured or somewhat nude. Sometimes both.
The main reason this blog is here is for the same reason I end up injured and nude. Boredom. Another reason is my need to express that way I am feeling and my inability to make serious conversation with people about the way I am feeling. It feels kind of therapeutic to express myself to no one in particular. Perhaps I should get a show on that Roger's Channel. No one watches that.
Now, I have to find something to talk about...