Laaast niiight....

...was WONDERFUL! I was really starting to doubt if I am still able to party properly, but last night proved that I am still pretty party-fit.

It's just that I am not really sure who reads this blog, so I better don't write in details, I can just tell you: "sex, drugs and rock'n'roll" still lives!

Btw it all started at the Prostitutes gig, which was brilliant, I am SO gonna put them on my list of bands whose shows I will attend in my own will /so now I have two acts in that list, whoooa/. Now I know the bassist, Šmity, I have been introduced to Martin Destroyer by Vondráček, too, he rocks /they both do/ - he said he would surely come to see us in the Rock Café on the 2nd of august and I bet this is aaaaall heading for an ultimately ubercool show of us and them togetheeer.
I just still have these dark thoughts of leaving the band /for my lack of talent, of course/, but Vondráček seems to really want me in BC, so he calmed my emotional self down a bit.

A bit of my ego came back

...it was attached to my school index! Yesss, I am officially an intelligent rocker and I love myself for that. This is probably the first year I am pretty proud of myself.

I am considering this Prostitutes gig tonight, Vondracek is trying to get us all there, so if other Cheesers are coming, I probably will too, the Prostitutes rock. Vodka with Red bull for 40 only! Sounds electric, I could stop this abstaining thing for one single night, I hope my tired intestines won't notice.

I am scared.

Yes I am!





By the way gig went pretty well, great atmosphere, great people, so thank you very much everyone who managed to show up.


It's just that I am still so scared. I can't even write the lyrics I've started some time ago (about shagging). What the hell is going on? D:

Happy bastards

According to our BC friend Vondráček from the Radiostars and the Slots, that's exactly what we are going to be tomorrow ust around this time.

I have to agree with his prognosis, because playing with TWO, yes, TWO (!) members of the Prostitutes is nearly an orgasmic image to me. Drummer of Tři Sestry and of course Vondráček, who is the only person connected to my band /my band included/ who has given me a birthday present - a Bonzo poster! I guess he thinks I don't appreciate the coolness of it, but I do a hella lot!

The session today was pretty procreative indeed, we finished the new song, it's just that I am deadly sure I am gonna srew it up tomorrow. Thanks god we play two gigs, so if we bugger it up on the first one I HOPE we're not gonna play it later.

Lot of important people are about to come. People from Roxy, Rock Café, some guy from our possible sponsor S.Oliver and so on. Eeeeeek. Fuck.

Now we can officially burn the textbooks!

Yaaaaaaaaay. I've just glimpsed at my to do list and all the things in the "school" category are crossed!
Know what does that mean? I can do all that things I actually ENJOY! Like BUTTSECKS! (I mean drawing buttsecks)
Ok, this is pretty mild, but I have to shake down the shyness which holds me back when drawing homoerotic pics. I swear that by the end of the summer holidays I will be skilled in drawing any type of sexual intercourse .D and once I will be a cartoon porn artist. Kewl.
I am just thinking... having this extra time, I really should consider getting me a man, but I am terribly picky recently, and if someone seems to be worth it, I cannot force myself into any action.

So if anyone of you almost perfect guys in years 15-30 are seeking a summer romance (I have a photo-allergy though, so no sunbathing, tigers) , just let me know. We can do all this grass-lazing, eskimo kissing, fountain water splashing, non-intellectual movies watching, silliness challenges and dadaistic poetry writing.
Hat shopping.
Tesco nut section stealing.
Lyrics-on-just-three-chords writing.
Lame meals cooking.
The most silly compliment inventing.

Oh. I think I've just made myself kinda sad.

At least I don't have to go to school!

The Cat of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts

The more aknowledged of das gut music surely know where I am aiming. I've chosen THE name.

So finally, pictures of lil' Sufjan .)

Like eating glass

Yup - that's how you'r gonna feel while reading THIS BLOG.

It's hard to tell if he's gonnma post every single disgusting thing he sends me via icq, but if he does, believe me, scrolling through his page is gonna be just PAINFUL.

Well, metalists, you cannot really expect the opposite, can you.

btw. the cat pics are already taken, but my batteries suck badly, so I am waiting for them to get recharged again and then, maybe, I am able to transfer the photos on my HD.
And the name problem... I would really like NOT if I had to tell everyone that my cat's name is Máca. I am probably going to call him like that anyway, but officialy he deserves some ubercool indie name.

Suggestions:
Ricky Wilson - pet with both name and surname is so posh .D and if you knew it, you would have to admit it's just like Ricky. The problem is that when it grows up it will look more like Nick Hodgson, what a dilemma! Nick Hodgson is a stupid pet name.
Julian - yes, that's for Julian Casablancas. Another cute indie guy and my ego-saver.
Vince Noir - doesn't suit it's colour AT ALL, but sounds vg
Jonesy - for from all Zeppelins, Jonesy was the only one who shared this brown-ish... whatever... colour with my cat .D
Carl/Pete - when I think about it, this kitten is definitely a Doherty. Less sophisticated and beautiful in a really unique way.
Libertine - now I am stealing even the band names! allright then. It doesn't have to refer only to the band though. Check out wiki.
Kaiser (Chief) - woo hoo .D stupid name
Sufjan - I like that a lot. The cat has some "rural" background, that reminds me of the arses of the world /dunno if a similar idiom is used in english, but it fits here/ Sufjan Stevens comes from.