Notes from an Open Mic

These are the things I jotted down last night...


Stomach in knots-what is this? It hurts.
And I can't find my ponytail holder. What the fuck?
The music he plays is blue and yellow and in green meadows.
So, the Lord of the Rings freaks showed up complete with fake
English accents- Jesus-"Our bones are blackened and our faces are
no more"??? Christ. Go back to the Ren Faire, dudes.
And I made him come to me. You're just as afraid as I.
Amazing how many seemingly Alpha-males write beautiful
and intricate love songs. Hurray for their courage.
Self Indulgent pain.
Look-you have a girlfriend. easy there, Trent.
You are not Elliot Smith no matter
how much you'd like to believe.
Sing something upbeat, something without your
breathy bullshit. You're a nice guy and you're
talented. But God. Enough.
My voice sounded great
My playing needs to be sober.