happy halloween!
i hope you had a good one.
i was edward scissorhands. i don’t have any pictures yet. i know there are some floating around out there. i will put up some nets tonight and we will see.

my good friend travis used to say turns out all the time and i think it’s hilarious. and annoying.
turns out,
our last minute rescheduling was not good for the crowd size at mcguffy’s the other night. what do you do? you dress up anyway and play a fun show. T said “yeah well I needed it”.
and i agreed. drew said “hmfff mfmfm” because he had on this weird ass fake beard and couldn’t talk. he was john lennon from the white suit days, t was chavez (guy who played guitar with guided by voices), and dan was a mexican. turns out, drumming is harder for mexicans because of the sombrero and the poncho. i guess if you were mexican and were not wearing a sombrero and a poncho it would be easier. but that’s not the kind of mexican dan was.
one by one was a real adventure. there were moments when the drums would just drop out or get muffled; i guessed (correctly) that it was dan getting strangulated by his poncho. i was also trying to figure out how to handle my instrument with scissorhands attached.
turns out, it’s really not that hard. the only thing i could not do with scissorhands was stretch out for some of my strange chords during believe. and i couldn’t play all the way across at all. also, i forgot how to play it. but the part i remembered i could not play with scissorhands. so we skipped it.
it WAS difficult to switch guitars though. is that ironic? no i don’t think so. sometimes i have trouble recognizing irony.

yesterday i recorded a song with my sister amy. we wrote it together, and have sung it together. it’s as you would imagine our worlds colliding would sound. dark and kind of weird, but pretty with sing songy melodic in places. lots of piano and acoustic guitars. now i guess we’ve got to figure out what to do with it.

turns out, i’m flipping tired and i’m out of here. somebody send me some funny pictures.

joe

p.s. hi ronda (this is a shout out. i’m going to have them more. turns out, nobody really says “shout out” anymore now that the 90’s are gone. but whatev. that’s what this is. as i’ve yet to hear a suitable replacement, in the future we can call it an acknowledgment of someone verbally or in writing, as a way to advertise appreciation, love, or respect.)