At 5/12/07 12:52 PM, Kiddmeizter wrote:
At 5/12/07 12:47 PM, PenisClown wrote:
I've been tryin' out the whole 'living' thing.....
Yeah, me too.
but atleast I post ever so often...
Meh.
Also, You work at a record store?
I believe I said MUSIC store. We sell CD's, instruments (Guitars, shitloads of drums, brass and woodwind, keyboards) and take lessons.
I'm a pretty musical person as you know, so I guess it's a dream job. My entire family is musical really. My mum is a singer, she has a live duo with my step dad, Herbert, who comes from Austria. He's a guitarist. My real dad's a guitarist too. They've all had over 5 bands themselves that I know of. We lived in Melbourne during the early 80's, and there was a major scene there.
My town actually has 2 music stores, Opus Music, and Sun City Music, with me working at the latter. Basically, I prefer Opus Music.
The stores owner, Darryl Ingvarson, taught me piano for 6 years. He retired as owner a few weeks after I quit my lessons with him. He now only owns 2% of the whole store.
I'm good friends with everyone in the place.... Discounts and shit. Unfortunately they had no job openings, so I turned to Sun City, owned by a midget fag called George Sicluna.
George is a cunt.
I've done gigs for him, actually, playing a half hour set for Western Australalian parliament. A highlight of my piano days.... George called me a genious that night for a tie-in jazz version of the song "Autumn Leaves" into my rendition of "Fly Me To The Moon", as they share similar chord progressions.
I was promised $50 for that gig. I still havn't got it yet.
After becoming a bass player, my (I sadly admit) pop-punk band, ala 'Greenday' and 'The Living End' titled 'Teenage Lobotomy' organised a gig for him.
About a week approaching the gig I was suspended until the end of the school year.
I kept coming into the school for rehearsals with everybody, but George, hearing that one of us was suspended, jumped to the conclusion that we wouldn't be able to rehearse enough, so he dropped us from the gig on the grounds that we "Wouldn't sound good enough".
I always thought of him as a leech. He'd find something, cling on to it and parade it around with his name on it just to be recognised. He's a music teacher at my school, so he has a lot of projects with the students, including a soul band (With my work mate Wade as lead guitarist) and the 'Sunshine Steel Pan Band', an instrumental ensemble consisting of about 30 steel pan instruments and a bassist and drummer, with again, a workmate of mine, Rowan, on bass.
One day me and my good friend Caleb went into Opus music to buy a guitar tuner. We had our eyes on one that cost funnily enough $50. We got it for $20. We walked out about 30 minutes later after a chat with the boys with stickers that exclaimed, 'Opus Music ROCKS!'.
We walked to Sun City Music with them proudly on our shirts and started talking to my mates that worked there. After making sure the stickers were right up in their face (We had about 5 of them, and they're pretty big, so we were holding a few out in front of us) we began the conversation. Remember, at this point I pretty much hated Sun City Music.
Me: "Hows it going guys? We just came from Opus.... They suck."
Caleb: "Yeah, I'm never going back there again"
Me: "It's not like they give is huge discounts or anything...."
Caleb: "You'll never guess with the bastards did to us"
Me: "It was horrible. They gave us a brand new $50 guitar tuner for $20!"
Caleb: "The nerve!"
Me: "I'm gunna go complain right now"
Caleb: "This shop's way better!"
Me: "Yeah, I'm only going to shop here from now on!"
After walking out we stuck the remaining Opus stickers on their doors.
Then pissed ourselves laughing.
About 2 months ago, I was staying at my father's house (I go to my dad's on weekends, my mum has full custody of me) when his friends from across the street invited us over for a while. After talking and playing some music we started drinking some red wine.
Remember, I'm 14.
One of the things that happens to me when I drink wine is that my full vocabulary opens up and I become more intellectual. Unfortunately, after about 2 glasses I start fucking up my long and complicated words and start looking like a complete fucktard.
Our neighbours had a guest that night. A very suprising guest.
Ms. Morgan was her name, I can't remember her first. I call her 'Ms. Satan'. Why? She's a fucking angry, debate loving bitch. I mean, normally, she's a really smart awesome chick. Say one thing she doesn't entirely agree with and she'll claw your eyes out. She, incredibly, had a hell of a lot to do with me.
She was a musician. I didn't know it at the time, but she knew everyone on the scene, and was pretty big herself. She knew my mum. She knew my dad. She knew my step dad. She is the daughter of my last schools resident music teacher. And she was the fiancee of George Sicluna.
They dated for years before getting engaged. After a trip to meet his parents in England (Yeah, he's English) they broke it off. I got a lot of juicy secrets from her.
George apparently has 3 brothers. Remember I mentioned him being a midget before? Basically, he's pretty fucking tiny. I'm the same height as him. Anyway, according to Ms. Satan, all of the brothers are like those Russian baboshka doll things. They start tall and then start getting smaller. She found it hilarious.
He's really religious. I've never known this. He doesn't go to church or anything, but he's really fucking scared of the devil.
She says he sleeps with the light on so Satan can't steal his soul in the darkness.
Fucking. Win.
And, though he is a school music teacher, he has NO qualifications at all. How he landed the gig is a mystery.
Yes, my boss and I have quite a history....
But I love the guy. Because he gives me money.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Well, atleast i'm taller :'( ... right?
Probably.
