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No more Toby

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After years of a demeaner best characterized by an analogy to the character of Toby Ziegler played by Richard Schiff on the West Wing, I’m slowly coming to the realization that I may perhaps not actually end up being a bastard my whole life. I only think of this because I just saw the episode where he went out in what the show called going "down in some quasi-orgasmic blaze of self-pity and self-destructive, self-aggrandizing attempted glory". I probably couldn’t even describe so well, much less accomplish, such a feat.

For those of you who haven’t found your soulmate yet, or if you just want a little play-action, we at the Aaron Traffas Band have just launched our new Sweedish social networking site, www.traffas.se. It’s still in the beta stage, but you can go ahead and register to have a look around. You never know who you’ll meet.

I had an excellent time back home this weekend at Josh’s wedding. Sorry about the car, my friend, but you knew it was coming.

It was fun to go to Buster’s and close it down without having to work, though I’m looking forward to a triumphant return this Saturday for the Thanks-Buster’s-giving show. I’m hearing the quiet, though ever growing, beating of the drums of the warriors marching home to Barber County for the rock show. Look out for a packed house and some new songs.

I caught Pete last Thursday at Bullwinkle’s. That guy just keeps getting better and writing more and better songs. I’m waiting for the VH1 Storytellers so I can hear and understand everything and not be distracted by the drunks. Thanks, Pete, for letting me play a few.

I went to PJs tonight and saw a girl named Jennifer play her first bar show at the Sunday open mic. That was quite possibly the bravest thing I’ve seen in a while. I don’t know if I would actually have the balls to play for the first time in front of a bunch of barely post-adolescent, under-age drunks who could quite accurately be described as a pack of hungry wolves encountering a slow ungulate. And I’m not a pretty, young girl playing a bunch of originals.

There’s this girl of whom I’ve been seeing a lot lately. I guess I’d better enjoy it while I can before she actually reads this log thing.