pete gile

I set my alarm this morning to turn on B104.7 at 8:00. It was the first time I’ve used the radio alarm in about 6 years. Anyway, it woke me and I just about beat the bejesus out of my air hockey table. I have it propped up vertically at the foot of my bed because my roommates are poseurs and we’re cramped for room. I’ve had it there for a few months, but this is the first time I thought when I woke up that it was someone standing there with a malicious intent.

I’m sitting here waiting for Pete’s interview on the radio and they’re playing some bastardized version of Angels Among Us. As if that song wasn’t bad enough to begin with they had to throw news coverage excerpts in it and play it TWO YEARS after the fact.

Poor Pete. Man, this girl interviewing him is nutty. Trevor just called. “How did she get into radio with that voice?” It’s pretty bad. Pete is handling himself damn well, considering he’s got a fruitcake interviewing him. She asked him, “what is your primary instrument, would you say?” I know the point of an interview is to get the interviewee to explain the obvious, but that is a little too horrible for even morning radio. She keeps talking about how cute Pete is…in her kindergarten teacher voice…Pete just played Running Low on Angels…smoked it…and
them. Oh my…she just said the music in Texas is “spicy, just like the food.” Jesus. Thank goodness Pete’s kicking ass…

So I just posted the long-awaited review of Pete’s new CD. It’s in the reviews section. If you don’t have this CD yet, get it.

“I’ve never been very good with praise.” –Captain Kirk, Star Trek Starfleet Academy

Wayne brought me beer just as I was finishing the review. I have so much work to do with Sonar…tracking the last two shows I’ve recorded…I think I’ll just sit here and drink.

I’m headed home tomorrow…promised my friend Dawn that I’d let her do whatever she wanted to do to my hair before she moved to California. Just when it started growing out, I’m going to lose it. Knowing Dawn, I’m going to lose it all. Oh well. I have bandannas and hats.

This isn’t the best time for me to be taking a trip financially, but I have a demolition derby with which to help tomorrow. I’m worried about the Pat Green show in Lawrence on Wednesday…and Boland on Thursday. I have no way of affording either. But I have to go.

“Not working as in not coming to work or not working as in coming to work and not working?” –Wayne Graham asking me (five seconds ago) about my plans during the latter part of next week.

I guess this is the final version of the log. The news modules were never really used much on the front page. News can be put up manually with the bio and the remainder of the front page. After advice from Rob, it seems I will not be using Blogger’s service. I was a member for less than 24 hours and it was buggier than Kentucky ditch weed.

My scanner sucks…mainly because I’m only giving it 12 volts when it should have 15. You can see the quality in the pictures from last Tuesday’s Fat’s open mic. Liz took the pictures and I thank her for letting me borrow them. Good shots of Barry, Burgess and me.

Well, enough writing while on the clock.

“This is cooking with Kenny…”–Pete, in Stillwater, OK, at 3:00am, while cooking bacon and eggs.

Just finished the auction. 8:30. We need more merchandise.

Just booked a show at Busters. Rick gave me hell about the hidden track on my CD…He doesn’t like the dead time between I Drink Alone and the last song…his CD changer won’t skip and keep music rolling. I guess he gets a special edition.

I can’t believe I’m so damn poor right at the moment…too much music and not enough hours. I’ve never had such a good two weeks. I’ve realized during the past two weeks how good my friends are and how happy I am with this musical path on which we seem to have embarked seriously sometime within the last month. Thanks to everyone who’s helped me decide how serious I want to be with music (a few: Burgess, Barry, Tyler, Jim, Pete, Weedel, Liz, Darcy, Stacie, Greg, Deines, Rob).

Damn. Shotz sucks. Longhorns told Barry that they left their Texas country at home. We promptly left. I’m glad they put that couple out on their brand new dance floor. I understand why they changed, but I don’t think it’s going to work for them…Matt Church is a good guy, but Longhorn’s notoriety came frome being THE country bar in town. Now it’s just another bar in town. Fat’s is now THE BAR in town. God bless Fat’s bar.

So Trevor’s quote for the day: “I want to roll that [person]“…said several times tonight, referring to everything from a DJ to…other guys…

You want to see rambles, check out Mike McClure’s site…crazy son of a bitch…coming back to Manhattan on my birthday. I’ll be there again…hopefully he won’t make fun of me during his set like he did the last time. He’s weird… Bastard. I’m pissed off. Pete’s sticker came off my guitar case. I can’t find it. Pete, if you read this, I’d like another sticker for my Martin case…I’d re-inforce it this time with packing tape…for those of you who don’t have your own packing tape guns, you’re missing out. You should buy one…they’re $10 at Office Depot.

This marks the third time in a row that I haven’t talked to Ryan about booking a show at Fat’s. I guess I’m just waiting for the right moment. I’d like to think that.

I’m working on a new song. It’s about the same person I promised myself I’d never write about again. So much for resolutions.

“Every song I same started with your name” –One of the new lines from the song. Look for it in late September.