Wow, first of all thank you so much for giving me so much support. Visually and direct-vocally. I knew that it was going to be a good weekend when I had mad e-mails saying how they can't wait to see me or hear my new/old stuff. It's been a hot minute since I've been back to Columbia and they sure know how to party and like to do it as much as we do down here in Crunktown. There is mass documentation from my crew so pictures should be up on myspace later today or tomorrow. Holler at them: myspace.com/slothpuppets
Funny side-story: In the A.M. Hours of between 2 & 3 we, Conrad, Matt and I, got very hungary and had no clue if there was any food around so we went to the next thing, a corner store. We get there get our shit and see a troubled man waiting in the back of the line. I guess this was prime time for people to hit up this store. Anyways, we get ready to be next and home boy just falls down and starts sleeping. He dropped all his slim jims and three dollars, his hat fell off too. The people were nice enough to stick his slim jims and $3.00 into his hat and put it on him. "Buddy you better wake up before the cops come for their free cup of coffee," the cashier yelled. All of us laughed and left to go drown ourselves.
Saturday was about all over the place in Charleston. Running on six hours of sleep we zoomed back to our house to try and nap but the "itch" came back and we had to do what we had to do. Leaving my house of Jay's was a trip I don't think worth taking. After being surrounded by about seventy scene kids and sixteen-year-olds(same people), I had to sit through a bad crossxfading D.J. He had good remixes though. I got to play for twenty to twenty-five minutes and then the cops came. A lot of people did thank me so much for that almost half-an-hour of dancing. I didn't think people would dance because it was early and it wasn't hardcore music being played. Hmmm. People do that darndest things, huh? I thought I was in deep shit because I, and about several other people, where the only people there that were 21+. The cops just let me go, I guess because I had to pack up my stuff. The night wasn't completely lost because I was invited to play the V-day party at 89 Columbus street.
Ah. These are the people I couldn't wait to see. As soon as I walk up with my 22" speakers I hear someone say, "Oh shit. THE D.J. IS HERE!"
"GEOFF'S HERE! PARTY TIME! YEAHHHHHHH!" Then the countless people who came up to me when the band was ending to ask, "Oh. Wow!? You're playing?" It was just a twinkle in the star system and it gave me a nice feeling in my heart to be loved. On V-Day. Thanks Hallmark!
Speaking of star system, I was going to try and figure out what astrologically happend on Saturday night/Sunday morning; 7:25 A.M., that was really significant. It had to do with the 7th & 12th houses alignning and creating the Earth's inner love to be released. Anyways, I'm not sure if I'm right or not but you should check it out on Google or something. Well I gotta end this because that damn PS3 is calling my name but I will leave with a quote.
I think Jessica Ferrell said it best when she told me at the bar on Sunday, " just because of so many reasons of having such good friends, and that just only being one catagory, is the reason I don't think I can leave Charleston." Amen sister!
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