I'm pretty sure that kudos is Greek for glory. It was also a granola candy bar back in the day. My mom used to get those. Anyway, kudos to Brittany on myspace for finding my blog before I told anyone (besides Jon Schneck) about it. Brittany is one of 10 girls that write me multiple messages EVERYDAY on myspace. Wow.
So, we played a show in NY with Mat Kearney last week, and the next day we played a show with Daughtry at a county fair in Michigan. Daughtry had some "support" tour passes whipped up, and they had he and his band portraying the American heroes known best as GI Joe. I checked to see if John or Jon put up a pic of the pass, and I don't think they did.... so ....
Oh dear... its backwards. Hey kids!!!! Can YOU decipher the hidden message on the tour pass?!?!?! No!? Try holding the picture up to a mirror!
After we did the fair in Michigan (by the way, Dave and some friends snuck back into the fair after closing and unsuccessfully tried to hot-wire the ferris wheel), we had a random day off in my home town of Canton, OH. Since my car wasn't there (its still in Nashville from recording the Christmas stuff), I never even went home. I took my mom out to Applebee's. She called me up and said "Yo, Matty. Hows about we go get ourselves kicked outta Applebee's." And I said, "Aww Mom! Can't we just sit down and have a normal meal without you making some crazy scene!?" After the fire department showed up, the cops let us go, and I met up with some friends for some darts and high fives.
After the day at home, we played a festival in PA, and then went back to Nashville. I saw Superbad with my buddy James. It was pretty funny, but its kind of crazy how crass movies have become. I just wrote an entire paragraph of commentary on the matter, but decided not to post it. Ha. I hate that I have to edit myself all the time. Better safe than sorry though.
I think the Caveman show is going to be terrible
I'm excited for college and professional Football to begin... This is my first year doing fantasy football, and I've already got Willie Parker and LT. I hope that they make up for my lack of experience.
I ran too much yesterday and I threw up (I normally only do 3 to 4 miles).
I'm about to go run again and try not to throw up.
I'll probably post one or two more of these, and then tell people about it.
If you don't message me everyday on myspace, ignore the following postal script.
Stay outta the blog pound.
Since I know that you myspace ladies are the only ones reading this blog right now (save Schneck), I'll take this opportunity to say hello. Thank you all for being so nice and writing me all the time. Its really flattering. I'm sorry that I don't respond. I don't really like myspace, and I primarily use it to keep up with friends that I had BEFORE myspace. Also, I don't know why you guys write me so much, but as an older (and perhaps wiser) human being, allow me to bestow upon you a wee bit of advice. Cherish these days of being young and free. Instead of writing me and being on the internet so much, do something productive. When I was in high school, I had a job, and when I wasn't working, I was teaching myself how to play the guitar.
All this to say, I obviously don't care that you guys write me. If I have time, I browse through your messages (you have to understand that there's ten of you). I just don't want you guys to miss out on living your lives because you're on the computer all the time.