"It's time to play the music, it's time to light the lights..."

Hey all, sorry about missing my posting time last night, I was a bad combination of sick and stressed about the midterm I had this morning. The midterm's passed and the sickness hasn't, but now I'm sitting in my living room in pajamas with my laptop watching The Muppet Show with a few housemates, so life's officially not that bad. The week thus far has passed without much of note happening except getting sick on Sunday and staying that way for the rest of the week. I've had two quizzes, a miterm and I have to write a paper today to turn in tommorow, but things shouldn't really heat up in terms of school for another week or two, these are mostly minor. The midterm today went relatively well, I think, except that I couldn't remember what the French equivalent of "sincerely yours" is (Yes, they have one. I know you were thinking that they're probably too rude to end a letter with something like that). Oh well. That's all for now, more to come.

"The sea it swells like a sore head..."

Hey folks! I know that this isn't the time I said I'd post, but I thought that you might enjoy these pictures of a gig I played at a coffehouse last friday, as bass player for the band Searching For Shoes. We only rehearsed once for the gig, so the set was mostly covers of well-known songs that would be easy to learn, and/or songs that three out of the four of us performed several months ago with now departed (transferred to another school) drummer Scott D. The personnel for the night included Noah K. on guitar and vocals, Tory M. on piano and vocals, Josh P. on drums, and yours truly on bass. Hillsdale's resident blues guitar god Andrew F. (sorry, not pictured) also sat in on for a fun cover of CCR's "Green River," which I thought was pretty darn cool.

Now I know what some of you are probably thinking: When did Collin learn to play the bass guitar? I don't usually think that I look especially like him, but this photo rather does. Sorry Collin, but you still can't have my "The Darkness" t-shirt.

Josh and Tory

Noah, Me, and you can see Josh's hands there in the background.

There we go. Left to right is Noah, Josh, Me, Tory. This and all photos are courtesy of Jonathan Walker.

Whoops! Heh heh, I wish. No, this was definitely not us.

Hello?

Testing... testing... for the next several minutes, we will be conducting a test of our emergency broadcast system. Pay no attention to the sounds of carnage and mayhem in the background, they are entirely artificial and an essential part of the exercise.

Once again into the abyss...

In the next world war
In a jackknifed juggernaut
I am born again
In the neon sign scrolling up and down
I am born again

-Radiohead, "Airbag" from Ok Computer

Well, you heard me swear that I'd only use blogger to keep everyone abreast of my European adventures, and now you can see me go back on my word. Yep, that's me. It turns out that my last blogger experiment was a more effective way to keep in touch with friends and family members than I thought it would be (some cool folks even started blogger accounts just to be able to post), so here I am again. Of course, since I'm no longer in Europe (beleive me, I'm as dissapointed as you are), I have no idea whether anyone will still care to check this thing, but here's hoping. I'm thinking that the basic format will be one post per week, and at this point I'm shooting for Tuesday afternoons or nights as the posting time, as that's a relatively vacant posting time, but that may be flexible. I will most likely give a short summary of my life that week, but due to the repetitiveness of my everyday life, I'll probably throw in tidbits about current events or whatever I'm reading or watching or listening to as filler. Yes, I am aware that this is exactly what everyone (at least everyone who doesn't fancy themself a pundit) does with a blog, but I promise I'll try to make it worth your while to stop by from time to time and see what I'm up to. That's all for now, I hope to hear from you all soon.

Scatterbrained.

Technical difficulties have doubtless caused the fall of many a great man.