Sunday, October 18, 2009

Band Footage for Family Far Away

Here is some footage that was taken of my band playing at Acoustic Explosion this past Wednesday. The people on the BYU Student Activities Board told me to hurry because the show was running behind, so there was no time for telling jokes for chuckles or sneaking in the Snuggie.

If you read last post, this first song is where I dropped my pick twice. The song is called "Maybe."

This next song is called "Drowning." There was another kid at the show that recorded this song and put it on YouTube. He wrote a review of our concert and put it on his web site.

During the last song, "Is It Me," my video camera ran out of juice, but it was recording long enough to see the random girl swaying in the background. The drummer didn't even know what hit him. This was the song I turned in on a demo CD to make it into Acoustic Explosion, so if anyone wants a copy of the demo, let me know and I'll send it to you.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Shredding on the Guitar

Last night I played at Acoustic Explosion at BYU. I thought my band did a really good job. I got really into it and started shredding on the guitar. Now, when you read the word shred, you may have thought I meant this:

To play the guitar in a technically proficient manner

But, in reality, I meant this:

To cut or tear into small pieces, esp. small strips

Right in the middle of our first song, my guitar pick flung from my fingers and floated to the floor. A kid in my band picked up my pick and handed it to me. Aside from my guitar cutting out for about a measure, it wasn't really too noticeable. Unfortunately, about a stanza later, my pick flew out of my hands for a second time. I guess you could say that I wasn't able to to come to grips with the situation. My thirst for dropping picks was un'clench'able.

Knowing that the song must go on, I resorted to strumming the rest of the song with the fingernail on my middle finger. Apparently I was playing pretty hard because the guitar string shredded through a layer of skin on my middle finger. The funny thing about it was that I didn't even realize it had happened. I just remember looking down at my guitar while I was playing our second song and I saw a bunch of red streaked across my strings. "Hmmm...that's weird," I thought. "Must be the lighting." Only after the show did I glance down at my finger and gaze upon the grazing that had taken place.

There was another strange thing that happened while we were playing our last song. Some random girl walked up on stage and started dancing behind us while we played. No one really knew who she was or why she was there, but it was really weird. The bassist in my band thought she was a friend of the drummer until the drummer mouthed to the bassist in the middle of the song, "WHO IS THIS GIRL???" After we finished our set the girl ran up right next to me and started yelling stuff into the microphone. It was so weird... No one even knew her name. The only thing we knew about her was that she had just gotten out of rehab. She must have *sneaked out.

*sneaked is correct; it's not snuck

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Two Great Nights

A couple of weeks ago I had two fun evenings in a row. On September 24th my band played a concert at Velour, a venue in Provo. Mom and Dad made the trek down to the concert, which was really nice of them, especially since it finished after 11pm, about five hours after Mom's bedtime. It has been fun playing in a band for the past few months. My favorite part about playing is that it has really gotten me excited about playing guitar again. I feel like playing guitar is one talent that was dormant from the time I left for my mission until I got back from Chicago. I've also loved getting to know Mike Adams better. Now I see him at least every week, instead of at least every family party.
I even mustered up the courage to wear my Snuggie for a song.
The next day, on September 25th, I went with Mom, Dad, Jim, Joe, Tom, and Mike Metcalf to go see Jim Gaffigan. There's just something about that guy that makes me chuckle. Perhaps the reason his humor resonates with me so much is that he always talks about food. Gotta love those "edgy ketchup jokes." P.S. "edgy" would be a good hangman word.
After the show, we went for a delicious dinner at Settebello's. I had been craving a Settebello pizza ever since hearing about it; and, it was all it was cracked up to be. So was the Nutella gelato next door. Mmmmm....

Friday, October 9, 2009

Acoustic Explosion

For those interested in coming to see me play at a free concert at BYU, I just found out I made it into Acoustic Explosion. The show starts at 7pm on Wednesday, October 14th. Hope to see you there!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Police Beat

When I worked as a BYU operator, part of the job description was staying informed about BYU by reading The Daily Universe, BYU's student newspaper. It was all part of maintaining our operator omniscience. I became accustomed to reading the paper and always looked forward to the weekly Police Beat, where many of the crazy things that get reported to the police are passed on to the public. Some things were scary to read about, but most were funny, like, "It was reported to the police that a baby was lying in a dumpster. Upon further investigation, it was found that the object in the dumpster was not a baby at all, but a large, unfinished burrito."

My roommate was reading the Police Beat aloud in our apartment tonight and I heard a gem:

"A student went to the ID center to purchase a new ID card after losing his. It was discovered that his card had been stolen and was used to purchase $45 worth of ice cream from a Smith Fieldhouse vending machine."

Haha, $45 of ice cream? Seriously?! Whoever stole his card must have completely emptied that machine.

The 5K

I have been thinking about running a 5K this weekend. An accounting firm is sponsoring a free 5K on Saturday morning and I tried to sign up online, but the online registration was already full, so I'll have to go on Saturday morning at 7:30am for the late registration. Hmmm...we'll see if 7:30am happens. Regardless of what happens on Saturday, I'd still like to run a 5K. A 5K seems like the perfect distance because you would be crossing the finish line right as your side ache kicks in. Okay, to be truthful, it would probably kick in a lot sooner than 5K for me, but at least a 5K isn't as devastating as a marathon. A marathon may be in my future, but definitely not in the immediate future. A 5K is much more doable and much more repeatable.

I still remember sitting at a mission reunion a few months ago with Sister Callister and a sister that served in my mission. The sister was telling about how she was having a hard time getting her husband to go running with her. "It's confusing to me," she said, "because you know how everyone kind of has this secret desire to run a marathon?"

I looked at Sister Callister and could tell from her eyes that she was tired just thinking about it. "I don't have that desire," Sister Callister admitted laughingly.

"Yeah, I don't think I want to run a marathon either," I added.

The conversation soon ended.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Mustaches at BYU

It never ceases to amaze me when I see people walking around BYU sporting dirty mustaches–the only expression of facial hair freedom allowed at BYU. It seems that the problem is especially pervasive as of late. Granted, some actually can pull it off; but for most, it is a shameless attempt at masculinity and a dirthead disaster. For their sakes, I really do wish they could pull it of their faces. I ran into one friend on the way to class today and complimented him on his bravery for growing a mustache. "Yeah man, just a little somethin' somethin' for Stachetober," he said. It wasn't a pretty sight, but he has the personality to make it work. He was telling me how a couple of girls have already threatened to shave it off for him. I told him not to worry about it. "The stache just makes you more attractive and more irresistible," I said. "They're just worried because they weren't planning on getting married for a couple of years and now that you've got a mustache, they feel like they have to make a decision." That's pretty much the only way to interpret it.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Prediction

I saw a link to this on the Yahoo! homepage and thought it was pretty cool. A couple of Sundays ago I had a friend show me some mind-blowing magic tricks and ever since then I've loved seeing things like this. I'm pretty sure that this trick boils down to math, not magic; or, maybe this guy is a mathemagician.