The Violent Puffskeins

Howdy. Two posts in one day. My my, I am a-bloggin'.

I just thought I should point out where I currently stand in the wide world of Wizard Rock.
After several failed bands and poorly-thought out concepts, I am now one-half of Punk-Wrock band 'The Violent Puffskeins.'

We play loud, we wrock hard, and we tear up the establishment. Our music is inspired mostly by The Ramones. If one is curious about the mostly-false history of the band, it can be found at Alex's blog.

However, it is unfortunate that before we can truly delve into the great wealth of Pottery that awaits us, there are several important things I must do:

-Purchase an electric guitar. I am told that one can buy a reasonably priced Epiphone at Long and McQuade, and I am also told that I want to buy an Epiphone so damn, I will have to get on that. If anyone has any advice for my Guitar-Buyery, please do chime in.

-Learn to play Ramones-style punk guitar. Currently can only do passable folk guitar. This must change. Especially if our wrock cover of 'Rockaway Beach' is ever to properly take off.

-Not listen to the Ramones when so I'm tired that, during the song "Glad to see you go" I do not mistake the line 'Gonna take a chance on her' for 'Gonna take a jizz on her.'

-Figure out how to create a decent bassline using music software. I've got drums down okay but the bass guitar still eludes me.

And those are things I must do. Woo!

In other news, this post seems unproductive, so here is a songy:

I made this up for a jam session with my brother and his roomies. It is about them, because they live in a loft, play RockBand, and sometimes seagulls poop on their skylight.

Loft Song for Loft-Livers

I would just like to preface (postface?) this, and any other music post, with the fact that I really enjoy playing music and making up ditties, though I am aware I am not very good.
I find that the way I enjoy my own music equates to how some people enjoy the smell of their own (if you'll excuse my crudeness) flatulence.

My head feels like a massive pulsating citrus fruit.
Adieu.