<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:41:21.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we do it.</title><subtitle type='html'>Peter the picture perfect panda bear is testing this before he really goes in for this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6765541</id><published>2001-10-31T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T14:21:44.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ass stinks and boy do I wash it all the time.  I can not seem to get the stench of booty off of it.  I am trying really hard to be a really vial person from now on out.  I am tired of being nice to people so from now on I am only going to be a bastard.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah your lyrics let me see here How about a tid bit from Rapeman will that please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouser Minnow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to the days when we used to just eat and fuck.&lt;br /&gt;You would shave my pussy and I would paint your dick.  &lt;br /&gt;You were always late for work but you said that it did not matter.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that it did start to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6765541?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6765541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6765541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6765541' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6737481</id><published>2001-10-30T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-10-30T14:48:17.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MIX IT UP BIZ NITCHES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Doctorate in Mixology.  I mix da tapes and send them out.  Current projects &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Four Tape Set For My Friends Who Are Getting Married.&lt;br /&gt;1.	The Journey&lt;br /&gt;2.	The Excitement&lt;br /&gt;3.	The Power&lt;br /&gt;4.	The Forestalling of It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Set of Tapes for my Friend Mande to try and get her into the Rock Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;1.	I Want To Find The Murder City.&lt;br /&gt;2.	The Rock Revolution Will Come With Your Heart.&lt;br /&gt;3.	This is The Gary Cooper Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Past Projects Include.&lt;br /&gt;1.	It Feels Great to Hate.&lt;br /&gt;2.	Music for the Moutains.&lt;br /&gt;3.	Rock Out With Your Cock Out.&lt;br /&gt;4.	Gotch Ass Jams Vol. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me your Mix Tape God.  I can lay them down with style and grace.  With music that is either in or out of your face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed,&lt;br /&gt;Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copper From Shellac Comes from the TerraForm Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COPPER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copper, let us take you to a furnace where we'll break you, fire's so big and &lt;br /&gt;pretty, you could cry, &lt;br /&gt;as a buckle, you could ask me what was wrong with me before - &lt;br /&gt;did I need the silver to be suitable? &lt;br /&gt;Copper, I have a use for you, it's easy work and it suits you, &lt;br /&gt;dazzled dirty beauty, you must know &lt;br /&gt;Copper is a conductor and makes for decent cooking, &lt;br /&gt;dazzled by your beauty still, you know, &lt;br /&gt;plated or anodized, you even fool a layman's eyes, &lt;br /&gt;presentable though you might be, it's unwise to try to fight me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copper - you'll never be gold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6737481?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6737481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6737481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6737481' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6523509</id><published>2001-10-22T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T08:31:15.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AS-SALAAM ALAIKUM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and fix this damn broken link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/home.html"&gt;http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6523509?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6523509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6523509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6523509' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6387818</id><published>2001-10-16T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T12:27:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Action Reaction What a Vicious Circle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my name and yet I still like to hear it said.  I love who I am and I love everything about me.  I am an egotistical fuck and I like it.  I think that other people around me like it.  I do have a holier then now attitude and I expect others to have the same because if you don’t then what to you really stand for.  You see when many people hear me rant and rave and attack and speak my mind.  I know that it sounds like I know everything and I am telling you what is right and what is wrong.  When in reality I am only speaking my mind.  I know that I should say “In my Opinion” and then continue with what I was saying, but the difference is this.  I will continue to speak my mind about things as if they were right until someone comes up and give me an intelligent response and not resort to third grade tactics and critique my spelling mistakes in a rant.  Let’s see you do that with the other email that was sent out from me one where I had better time to prepare my thoughts and get them down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok with that statement out of the way I would now like to really comment on the subject of the blog and that is action reaction.  Friday October 12th was a perfect example what happens during an action reaction phase in life.  My ex sent me an email that I did not like (action).  I replied (reaction) with my own views on the subject.  Then the vicious circle set in.  It was continuous for about a couple of hours of what simple began as a political argument into a relationship fight.  Emotional damage was high on both sides neither one of us was too nice to each other, but you know that is how things work.  I find that it is easier for me to get into this circle of rhetoric and nonsense if I am sitting behind a computer screen “yelling” with my fingers at the people involved.  I mean really look at how sometimes when you get mad at your friends you don’t really call them because you know that when you are mad at them it is hard to stay mad at them if you are talking on the phone.  Or even if you were talking to them on a face-to-face basis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that I have said that lets get onto a much lighter side of life.  Last weekend I went to Lubfuck Texas with my friend Brandon.  On the way we had to pass through the small town of Coleman Texas.  Upon reaching the city limit of this small Hick Ville we saw this billboard with these markings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to Coleman&lt;br /&gt;The Friendliest Town in Texas&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt;Hunting&lt;br /&gt;New Schools&lt;br /&gt;Modern Hospitals&lt;br /&gt;22 Churches&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for a Population of 5,127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to do some simple math with this.  With 22 Churches and a population of 5,127 that is 233 people per church.  Ok well that is it for now.  I know that I usually leave you with a song to dance to, but now I am going to leave you with some thing that comes from the news of the weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the July 18 Police Blotter in the Williamson County Sun (Georgetown,&lt;br /&gt;Texas): "At a grocery store on the 600 block of Austin Avenue, a 27-year-old lawn specialist from Round Rock was arrested at 12:46 a.m. on charges of public lewdness. A male employee found the male customer between two aisles with his shorts and underwear pulled down around his ankles. The man was bent over and inserting a can of Big and Sexy brand hair spray lubricated with Suave lotion into his rectum. He told arresting officers he was attempting to sexually gratify himself. He was taken to jail." [Williamson County Sun, 7-25-01]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally a link to a cool cartoon page that I had sent to me by my good friend Edmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnfitu.cc/mnftiu.cc/war.html"&gt;http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/war.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this link is broken please allow me sometime to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6387818?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6387818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6387818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6387818' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6198970</id><published>2001-10-08T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T15:24:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MY THOUGHTS AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting down and thinking for days about what happened September 11th and the aftermath that has soon followed.  I really must first start out by saying that I do not condone the actions of these few extreme people.  I was first shocked by the actions of these few cells of these people who decided to take action from one mans word and destroy two towers and one side of a building.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the actions of these Terrorist cells justify our actions in Afghanistan?  I would say no and yes at the same time.  I know that most people believe that you cannot walk the line on such problems.  Yet I believe you can do so.  I do not think that it should be American soldiers over there fighting it even should not be our planes or our bombs destroying what the Russians did not destroy in the 80’s.  When we as a nation go into a country such like Afghanistan and kill it’s people we can only hope that we do not add full to the fire.  In the wake of such a horrific attack on the US it is only justifiable that people would demand such actions from our warmonger president.  I believe that George W. Bush is trying to find a way in this world to push through his missile defense shield and make the American public believe that this will keep us safe.  When in reality it will only breed feelings of despair among other countries and it will also create a new arms race.  Do people in this world really think that guns and bombs will bring peace?  If we want people to live in peace and be like America instead of hurting people with our sanctions against the people of the nation we should go and build schools and get teachers and educate the people of the country not starve them.  It has been proven in at least two and maybe three circumstances that economic sanctions do not work they only breed more hate for the United States.  Examples include Cuba, Iraq, and now Pakistan, although we have now lifted the sanctions on this nation to get their “help” to wage our war on Terrorism.  Which will now bring me to my next point.  What is terrorism and how do we plan on “fighting” it.  Also who gets to determine who is a terrorist and who is a “freedom fighter”?  If I had to decide what was what I would claim that Bin Laden is a terrorist, but I would not go as far as to say that groups like Hammas and Islamic Jihad are terrorist.  Hammas and Islamic Jihad are freedom fighters trying to take back what was once theirs Palestine.  I believe that they are justified in their battle because we came in and took their land and gave it to someone else.  Just like we have displaced our own natives who live in third world conditions right in our own borders.  The fact that stands is Bin Laden is angry at the United States for us involving ourselves in the Middle East for one thing only and that is oil.  We still have ground troops in the Middle East to keep the precious blood of the nation flowing.  We support Dictatorships who are more oppressive then the Taliban could ever dream of becoming.  The only reason we are nice to them is because they supply us with oil.  Matters like these will never change until simple fact that America does not care about how other nations treat their people just as long as we get oil from them changes.  The attacks go deeper and deeper the more that you look into it.  We trained the pilots it is our own false idea of security that allowed them to board the plane with weapons.  So what do we propose to do to combat this?  We tighten the civil liberties of the people of this “great” nation.  We the people are going to suffer greatly if we do not understand that our civil liberties are in great jeopardy.  Right now there is talk of roving wiretaps, email interception, and other great infractions on things that make America great.  Are our civil liberties not what separate us from the rest of this world?  The ability to walk down the street with a loaded gun in plain sight and not have any hassling as long as it is registered to you is one of the greatest of all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I would like to now delve into the idea of a “war on terrorism”.  When we speak of terrorism and our war on it are we only speaking of a war on Arab terrorist.  Are we going to bomb and send in ground troops when the IRA blows up a building in London?  Are we going to freeze the assets of those who support and protect freedom fighters like the IRA?  Is our war on terrorism a racist war, or are we going to fight all the battles with the entire terrorist organizations as equals.  Are we going to battle terror tactics in our own nation or are extreme Christian ideals going to be washed over by the people of our nation?  When I talk about terror tactics on our own soil I am speaking of those who bomb abortion clinics terrorist.  Those who protest the funerals of gay and lesbian groups are terrorist.  You may not think of them as terrorist in the original term, but if you sit down and think of it they are terrorist.  If you don’t believe me go to &lt;a href="http://www.godhatesfags.com"&gt;http://www.godhatesfags.com &lt;/a&gt;and you will see some of the terror tactics that are used by the extreme groups.  We as Americans cannot wash our hand clean of not being the major cause of such devastation in on our own soil.  We were not welcome in the Arab nations when we fought Desert Storm.  We were not welcome when we fought in Vietnam.  You can be that we will not be welcome now that we are attacking the Taliban in Afghanistan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like for you to think about this for a second.  When Iran had a revolution we gave Iraq money and arms and training to fight Iran.  They then turned around and invaded Kuwait with them.  We also sold arms to Iran to fund our covert operations in Latin America, and to top it all off we trained Bin Laden and the Taliban to fight the Russians in the 80’s.  So all of this shit that is happening to us now is a direct result of what we have done in years gone by.  When we go into a nation state to “help” them out we usually end up putting in a regime that is willing to enslave it’s people so the United States under the guise of “Free Enterprise” can have a cheap labor force.  Which is then directly resulting American Union employees who are in a constant battle with these foreign markets who have a labor force that works for .10 a day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I am really trying to say is that next time you decide to get behind the bandwagon of war.  Sit down and take a look at what the hell you are about to support. The people who lived through Vietnam need to look at this and ask a question.  Are we really ready to go to war with this country for a long period of time?  Are our soldiers really ready and prepared to fight in such a rugged environment?  Did we not go into a rugged environment during the Vietnam police action and get our asses total kicked.  What do you think will happen here?  I am not saying that we may give up easily but is the public ready to start seeing tens of thousands of dead boys come home for a war that is being fought against a small group of people who are so spread out and able to operate independently of each other that being able to target every cell is nearly impossible.  I believe that all of this is not the solution to the problem lets look at it like this.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We kill one innocent Afghan male.  He has 2 brothers and five male sons.  They may not have had any resentment to the United States what so ever, but now that the head of the house is gone shot by an American bullet from an American solider.  We have just created 7 new potential terrorists.  Ok so now we kill one of them.  Let us say one of his brothers.  So he now only has 1 brother and still 5 male sons, but the brother that we shot had 3 male sons and one of those males had 3 male sons of his own.  So with two bullets we went from no one hating us to 12 potential terrorists to worry about.  I know that is an idealist situation with easy math and basing it all on hating the United Sates.  I also did not take into to account his brothers in law and everyone else in his family his sisters his cousins his uncles.  You can just see how this could become a very large problem for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6198970?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6198970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6198970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6198970' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6191021</id><published>2001-10-08T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T08:58:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Lonelyness of Being Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?  People ask me.  I don't really know how I make it.  All that I know is that I like being alone now.  I have had Girlfriends for years I have bounced from one person to the next in search of that perfect mate.  Well now it is time for me to go and say &lt;fuck&gt; it and just look out for the only person I really love and that is myself.  What an ego I have, but I love it.  I am the only person in my life right now that meets the standards that I have put up to protect myself from painful problems caused by members of the oppisite sex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song you will be left with today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellac - My Black Ass from Action Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Eat  what I fix&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you choke on it&lt;br /&gt;I failed to break a sweat&lt;br /&gt;to late&lt;br /&gt;Sideshow pays&lt;br /&gt;It's Gary Cooper story&lt;br /&gt;and it sounds like sammy's knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Eat  What I Fix&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you choke on it&lt;br /&gt;When I care to reach the Sweat&lt;br /&gt;With a nikel in my hat&lt;br /&gt;To show your perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;I failed to break a sweat&lt;br /&gt;My Black ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6191021?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6191021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6191021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6191021' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6113040</id><published>2001-10-04T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-10T12:11:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that is a question that you ask yourself many times a day.  Do you ever put it into reference to yourself in a manner of you as a person?  Well over the past few days I have done so with myself, and have come up with a few very personal answers I will not give them to everyone here, but if you would like to know you can ask at pigface@mail.utexas.edu I will tell you or if you know me personally you can call me.  I have been through a lot in the past few months and man I am ready to quit doing what I have been doing.  I am going to change myself and make many more changes the time has come for me to quit fucking around and get on with my dreams and goals.  Just the other day in my Governments and Politics of Western Europe class I penned myself as the leftist kid in the class.  Which is not bad thing if you ask me.  It just is weird just a few days ago I would not have done such an extreme thing but if you ask me I have been changing and will go on changing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your lyric for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT PEOPLE ARE MADE OF&lt;br /&gt;Rag weed tall better hope that his ladder don't crack&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll hit the ground low, hard and out of  his back&lt;br /&gt;At the battle at the bottom of the ocean, well the dead&lt;br /&gt;do rise&lt;br /&gt;You need proof I got proof at the surface you can watch&lt;br /&gt;em float by&lt;br /&gt;Way in back of the room, there sits a cage&lt;br /&gt;Inside it's a clock that you can win if you can guess its age&lt;br /&gt;Which you never can do cuz the time it constantly changes&lt;br /&gt;For luck or lack&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is the saying&lt;br /&gt;On the first page of the book of blue it read&lt;br /&gt;"If you read this page, than that'll be your death"&lt;br /&gt;By then it was too late&lt;br /&gt;And you wound up on an island of shells and bones that&lt;br /&gt;bodies had left &lt;br /&gt;And the one thing you taught me &lt;br /&gt;'bout human beings was this&lt;br /&gt;They ain't made of nothin' but water and shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been brought to you by the double letter &lt;b&gt;MM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6113040?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6113040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6113040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6113040' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-6031289</id><published>2001-10-01T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-01T15:37:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WEEKENDS, WHISKY, AND BEARS OH MY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Parties should be about supporting and loving those people who were kind enough to think of you and invite you to the celebration.  I went to my friends last friday and boy was it just like most of thier parties a few core members are there through out the night nursing our problems on the keg and my bottle of whisky, but many of the "friends" would come drink some free beer and then take off.  It really buged me how these people act at a "friends" party.  Call me and elitist fuck or what have  you, but friendship goes deeper then blood.  I belive me and Scott are the only ones who fucking understand that.  I think that this is going to be the last party that I go to that Mande is throwing.  I am always out to have a good time, but when they are all together there is nothing but constant complaining about boys and blah blah blah blah blah.  They bring me down and then I look like the fool of the party because I am trying to make them all feel good and have a good time.  Never again.  I am usually the last person to reject free anything, but I am never going to go to a party at Mande's house never.  I love the girl she is like my sister, but her and her friends have this aura about them that makes me go uuk.  I can not even explain it other then if you know my bro Justin and his ex. it is an atmosphere like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that now is the time to stop bitching and help someone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like leaving you guys with some song lyrics so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LES SAVY FAV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REFORMAT" - The Cat and the Cobra.&lt;br /&gt;All nerve endings shut down.&lt;br /&gt;Stiff lipped at the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;All systems are go,&lt;br /&gt;All systems are gough,&lt;br /&gt;All systems are ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a can/&lt;br /&gt;In a cupbord/&lt;br /&gt;In a submarine,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left inside,&lt;br /&gt;In a basket at the bottom &lt;br /&gt;of the guilliotine&lt;br /&gt;Is where the sailor died.&lt;br /&gt;He never said a word&lt;br /&gt;To the jury of the press&lt;br /&gt;And when the ax-blade bit&lt;br /&gt; his neck,&lt;br /&gt;"Set me free" is all he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pixel/&lt;br /&gt;In a portriate/&lt;br /&gt;In a T.V. screen&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Stitched each instant&lt;br /&gt;by the firing electron beam&lt;br /&gt;Let the camera man decide.&lt;br /&gt;He never said a word&lt;br /&gt;To the jury of the press&lt;br /&gt;When the on-air light turned red,&lt;br /&gt;"Cut Away" is all he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened it up,&lt;br /&gt;She dropped her coffee cup,&lt;br /&gt;and when the cup hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn house &lt;br /&gt;came stumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good by my memory.&lt;br /&gt;From this point on I'm &lt;br /&gt;unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Brooklyn we stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD SPEED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PISSING OFF ROCK STARS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you read the letters and decide what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I first decided in my head that Blaze James was the cause of the break up of the Murder City Devils so I took matters into my own hands with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an open letter to Blaze James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Mr. James I sat back and watched you destroy At The Drive-In.  I was&lt;br /&gt;   sad by this turn of events, but figured that my original love The Murder&lt;br /&gt;   City&lt;br /&gt;   Devils would stay together.  Well gee it seems that is not going to happen&lt;br /&gt;   now,&lt;br /&gt;   and why is that could it be that you, sir, have ruined them as well.  I have&lt;br /&gt;   included in this letter an article written by one of the greatest in America&lt;br /&gt;   Steve Albini.  I urge you to read this if you have already done so then&lt;br /&gt;   please&lt;br /&gt;   do it again and again until it sinks into your head, then you will&lt;br /&gt;   understand&lt;br /&gt;   that you are not “HELPING” these bands that you are “working” for you are&lt;br /&gt;   hurting them.  It is suck faces like you who destroy everything that is good&lt;br /&gt;   and pure in this world.  There are so many bands out there that are trying&lt;br /&gt;   so&lt;br /&gt;   damn hard to make it work and when they finally get to taste just a little&lt;br /&gt;   bit&lt;br /&gt;   of the good stuff.  Bottom dwellers and bottom feeders like you come along&lt;br /&gt;   and&lt;br /&gt;   suck out the energy and love of the band then you discard them in a pile of&lt;br /&gt;   shit and destruction that you leave behind.  I shudder at the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;   getting your hooks into another one of my favorite bands.  Please just be a&lt;br /&gt;   good boy and think about it get out of the music business don’t ruin anyone&lt;br /&gt;   else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Peter Telck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   p.s. Please read the Steve Albini Article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The problem with music&lt;br /&gt;   By Steve Albini&lt;br /&gt;   This is an article from Maximum Rock n' Roll #133 written by Steve Albini,&lt;br /&gt;   and&lt;br /&gt;   it details the problems encountered when dealing with a major label.&lt;br /&gt;   Reprinted&lt;br /&gt;   without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Whenever I talk to a band that are about to sign with a major label, I&lt;br /&gt;   always&lt;br /&gt;   end up thinking of them in a particular context. I imagine a trench, about&lt;br /&gt;   four&lt;br /&gt;   feet wide and five feet deep, maybe sixty yards long, filled with runny,&lt;br /&gt;   decaying shit. I imagine these people, some of them good friends, some of&lt;br /&gt;   them&lt;br /&gt;   barely acquaintances, at one end of this trench. I also imagine a faceless&lt;br /&gt;   industry lackey at the other end holding a fountain pen and a contract&lt;br /&gt;   waiting&lt;br /&gt;   to be signed. Nobody can see what's printed on the contract. It's too far&lt;br /&gt;   away,&lt;br /&gt;   and besides, the shit stench is making everybody's eyes water. The lackey&lt;br /&gt;   shouts to everybody that the first one to swim the trench gets to sign the&lt;br /&gt;   contract. Everybody dives in the trench and they struggle furiously to get&lt;br /&gt;   to&lt;br /&gt;   the other end. Two people arrive simultaneously and begin wrestling&lt;br /&gt;   furiously,&lt;br /&gt;   clawing each other and dunking each other under the shit. Eventually, one of&lt;br /&gt;   them capitulates, and there's only one contestant left. He reaches for the&lt;br /&gt;   pen,&lt;br /&gt;   but the Lackey says "Actually, I think you need a little more development.&lt;br /&gt;   Swim&lt;br /&gt;   again, please. Backstroke. And he does of course.&lt;br /&gt;   I. A &amp; R Scouts&lt;br /&gt;   Every major label involved in the hunt for new bands now has on staff a&lt;br /&gt;   high-&lt;br /&gt;   profile point man, an "A &amp; R" rep who can present a comfortable face to any&lt;br /&gt;   prospective band. The initials stand for "Artist and Repertoire." because&lt;br /&gt;   historically, the A &amp; R staff would select artists to record music that they&lt;br /&gt;   had also selected, out of an available pool of each. This is still the case,&lt;br /&gt;   though not openly.&lt;br /&gt;   These guys are universally young [about the same age as the bands being&lt;br /&gt;   wooed],&lt;br /&gt;   and nowadays they always have some obvious underground rock credibility flag&lt;br /&gt;   they can wave. Lyle Preslar, former guitarist for Minor Threat, is one of&lt;br /&gt;   them.&lt;br /&gt;   Terry Tolkin, former NY independent booking agent and assistant manager at&lt;br /&gt;   Touch and Go is one of them. Al Smith, former soundman at CBGB is one of&lt;br /&gt;   them.&lt;br /&gt;   Mike Gitter, former editor of XXX fanzine and contributor to Rip, Kerrang&lt;br /&gt;   and&lt;br /&gt;   other lowbrow rags is one of them. Many of the annoying turds who used to&lt;br /&gt;   staff&lt;br /&gt;   college radio stations are in their ranks as well.&lt;br /&gt;   There are several reasons A &amp; R scouts are always young. The explanation&lt;br /&gt;   usually copped-to is that the scout will be "hip to the current&lt;br /&gt;   musical "scene." A more important reason is that the bands will intuitively&lt;br /&gt;   trust someone they think is a peer, and who speaks fondly of the same&lt;br /&gt;   formative&lt;br /&gt;   rock and roll experiences. The A &amp; R person is the first person to make&lt;br /&gt;   contact&lt;br /&gt;   with the band, and as such is the first person to promise them the moon. Who&lt;br /&gt;   better to promise them the moon than an idealistic young turk who expects to&lt;br /&gt;   be&lt;br /&gt;   calling the shots in a few years, and who has had no previous experience&lt;br /&gt;   with a&lt;br /&gt;   big record company. Hell, he's as naive as the band he's duping. When he&lt;br /&gt;   tells&lt;br /&gt;   them no one will interfere in their creative process, he probably even&lt;br /&gt;   believes&lt;br /&gt;   it.&lt;br /&gt;   When he sits down with the band for the first time, over a plate of angel&lt;br /&gt;   hair&lt;br /&gt;   pasta, he can tell them with all sincerity that when they sign with company&lt;br /&gt;   X,&lt;br /&gt;   they're really signing with him and he's on their side. Remember that great&lt;br /&gt;   gig&lt;br /&gt;   I saw you at in '85? Didn't we have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;   By now all rock bands are wise enough to be suspicious of music industry&lt;br /&gt;   scum.&lt;br /&gt;   There is a pervasive caricature in popular culture of a portly, middle aged&lt;br /&gt;   ex-&lt;br /&gt;   hipster talking a mile-a-minute, using outdated jargon and calling&lt;br /&gt;   everybody "baby." After meeting "their" A &amp; R guy, the band will say to&lt;br /&gt;   themselves and everyone else, "He's not like a record company guy at all!&lt;br /&gt;   He's&lt;br /&gt;   like one of us." And they will be right. That's one of the reasons he was&lt;br /&gt;   hired.&lt;br /&gt;   These A &amp; R guys are not allowed to write contracts. What they do is present&lt;br /&gt;   the band with a letter of intent, or "deal memo," which loosely states some&lt;br /&gt;   terms, and affirms that the band will sign with the label once a contract&lt;br /&gt;   has&lt;br /&gt;   been agreed on.&lt;br /&gt;   The spookiest thing about this harmless sounding little memo, is that it is,&lt;br /&gt;   for all legal purposes, a binding document. That is, once the band signs it,&lt;br /&gt;   they are under obligation to conclude a deal with the label. If the label&lt;br /&gt;   presents them with a contract that the band don't want to sign, all the&lt;br /&gt;   label&lt;br /&gt;   has to do is wait. There are a hundred other bands willing to sign the exact&lt;br /&gt;   same contract, so the label is in a position of strength.&lt;br /&gt;   These letters never have any terms of expiration, so the band remain bound&lt;br /&gt;   by&lt;br /&gt;   the deal memo until a contract is signed, no matter how long that takes. The&lt;br /&gt;   band cannot sign to another laborer even put out its own material unless&lt;br /&gt;   they&lt;br /&gt;   are released from their agreement, which never happens. Make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;   about&lt;br /&gt;   it: once a band has signed a letter of intent, they will either eventually&lt;br /&gt;   sign&lt;br /&gt;   a contract that suits the label or they will be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;   One of my favorite bands was held hostage for the better part of two years&lt;br /&gt;   by a&lt;br /&gt;   slick young "He's not like a label guy at all," A &amp; R rep, on the basis of&lt;br /&gt;   such&lt;br /&gt;   a deal memo. He had failed to come through on any of his promises [something&lt;br /&gt;   he&lt;br /&gt;   did with similar effect to another well-known band], and so the band wanted&lt;br /&gt;   out. Another label expressed interest, but when the A &amp; R man was asked to&lt;br /&gt;   release the band, he said he would need money or points, or possibly both,&lt;br /&gt;   before he would consider it.&lt;br /&gt;   The new label was afraid the price would be too dear, and they said no&lt;br /&gt;   thanks.&lt;br /&gt;   On the cusp of making their signature album, an excellent band, humiliated,&lt;br /&gt;   broke up from the stress and the many months of inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;   II. There's This Band&lt;br /&gt;   There's this band. They're pretty ordinary, but they're also pretty good, so&lt;br /&gt;   they've attracted some attention. They're signed to a moderate-&lt;br /&gt;   sized "independent" label owned by a distribution company, and they have&lt;br /&gt;   another two albums owed to the label. They're a little ambitious. They'd&lt;br /&gt;   like&lt;br /&gt;   to get signed by a major label so they can have some security you know, get&lt;br /&gt;   some good equipment, tour in a proper tour bus -- nothing fancy, just a&lt;br /&gt;   little&lt;br /&gt;   reward for all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;   To that end, they got a manager. He knows some of the label guys, and he can&lt;br /&gt;   shop their next project to all the right people. He takes his cut, sure, but&lt;br /&gt;   it's only 15%, and if he can get them signed then it's money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways, it doesn't cost them anything if it doesn't work. 15% of nothing&lt;br /&gt;   isn't&lt;br /&gt;   much!&lt;br /&gt;   One day an A &amp; R scout calls them, says he's 'been following them for a&lt;br /&gt;   while&lt;br /&gt;   now, and when their manager mentioned them to him, it just "clicked." Would&lt;br /&gt;   they like to meet with him about the possibility of working out a deal with&lt;br /&gt;   his&lt;br /&gt;   label? Wow. Big Break time.&lt;br /&gt;   They meet the guy, and y'know what -- he's not what they expected from a&lt;br /&gt;   label&lt;br /&gt;   guy. He's young and dresses pretty much like the band does. He knows all&lt;br /&gt;   their&lt;br /&gt;   favorite bands. He's like one of them. He tells them he wants to go to bat&lt;br /&gt;   for&lt;br /&gt;   them, to try to get them everything they want. He says anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;   with the right attitude. They conclude the evening by taking home a copy of&lt;br /&gt;   a&lt;br /&gt;   deal memo they wrote out and signed on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;   The A &amp; R guy was full of great ideas, even talked about using a name&lt;br /&gt;   producer.&lt;br /&gt;   Butch Vig is out of the question-he wants 100 g's and three points, but they&lt;br /&gt;   can get Don Fleming for $30,000 plus three points. Even that's a little&lt;br /&gt;   steep,&lt;br /&gt;   so maybe they'll go with that guy who used to be in David Letterman's band.&lt;br /&gt;   He&lt;br /&gt;   only wants three points. Or they can have just anybody record it (like&lt;br /&gt;   Warton&lt;br /&gt;   Tiers, maybe-- cost you 5 or 7 grand] and have Andy Wallace remix it for 4&lt;br /&gt;   grand a track plus 2 points. It was a lot to think about.&lt;br /&gt;   Well, they like this guy and they trust him. Besides, they already signed&lt;br /&gt;   the&lt;br /&gt;   deal memo. He must have been serious about wanting them to sign. They break&lt;br /&gt;   the&lt;br /&gt;   news to their current label, and the label manager says he wants them to&lt;br /&gt;   succeed, so they have his blessing. He will need to be compensated, of&lt;br /&gt;   course,&lt;br /&gt;   for the remaining albums left on their contract, but he'll work it out with&lt;br /&gt;   the&lt;br /&gt;   label himself. Sub Pop made millions from selling off Nirvana, and Twin Tone&lt;br /&gt;   hasn't done bad either: 50 grand for the Babes and 60 grand for the Poster&lt;br /&gt;   Children-- without having to sell a single additional record. It'll be&lt;br /&gt;   something modest. The new label doesn't mind, so long as it's recoupable out&lt;br /&gt;   of&lt;br /&gt;   royalties. Well, they get the final contract, and it's not quite what they&lt;br /&gt;   expected. They figure it's better to be safe than sorry and they turn it&lt;br /&gt;   over&lt;br /&gt;   to a lawyer--one who says he's experienced in entertainment law and he&lt;br /&gt;   hammers&lt;br /&gt;   out a few bugs. They're still not sure about it, but the lawyer says he's&lt;br /&gt;   seen&lt;br /&gt;   a lot of contracts, and theirs is pretty good. They'll be great royalty: 13%&lt;br /&gt;   [less a 1O% packaging deduction]. Wasn't it Buffalo Tom that were only&lt;br /&gt;   getting&lt;br /&gt;   12% less 10? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;   The old label only wants 50 grand, and no points. Hell, Sub Pop got 3 points&lt;br /&gt;   when they let Nirvana go. They're signed for four years, with options on&lt;br /&gt;   each&lt;br /&gt;   year, for a total of over a million dollars! That's a lot of money in any&lt;br /&gt;   man's&lt;br /&gt;   English. The first year's advance alone is $250,000. Just think about it, a&lt;br /&gt;   quarter million, just for being in a rock band!&lt;br /&gt;   Their manager thinks it's a great deal, especially the large advance.&lt;br /&gt;   Besides,&lt;br /&gt;   he knows a publishing company that will take the band on if they get signed,&lt;br /&gt;   and even give them an advance of 20 grand, so they'll be making that money&lt;br /&gt;   too.&lt;br /&gt;   The manager says publishing is pretty mysterious, and nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;   where&lt;br /&gt;   all the money comes from, but the lawyer can look that contract over too.&lt;br /&gt;   Hell,&lt;br /&gt;   it's free money.&lt;br /&gt;   Their booking agent is excited about the band signing to a major. He says&lt;br /&gt;   they&lt;br /&gt;   can maybe average $1,000 or $2,000 a night from now on. That's enough to&lt;br /&gt;   justify a five week tour, and with tour support, they can use a proper crew,&lt;br /&gt;   buy some good equipment and even get a tour bus! Buses are pretty expensive,&lt;br /&gt;   but if you figure in the price of a hotel room for everybody in the band and&lt;br /&gt;   crew, they're actually about the same cost. Some bands like Therapy? and&lt;br /&gt;   Sloan&lt;br /&gt;   and Stereolab) use buses on their tours even when they're getting paid only&lt;br /&gt;   a&lt;br /&gt;   couple hundred bucks a night, and this tour should earn at least a grand or&lt;br /&gt;   two&lt;br /&gt;   every night. It'll be worth it. The band will be more comfortable and will&lt;br /&gt;   play&lt;br /&gt;   better. The agent says a band on a major label can get a merchandising&lt;br /&gt;   company&lt;br /&gt;   to pay them an advance on T-shirt sales! ridiculous! There s a gold mine&lt;br /&gt;   here!&lt;br /&gt;   The lawyer Should look over the merchandising contract, just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;   They get drunk at the signing party. Polaroids are taken and everybody looks&lt;br /&gt;   thrilled. The label picked them up in a limo. They decided to go with the&lt;br /&gt;   producer who used to be in Letterman's band. He had these technicians come&lt;br /&gt;   in&lt;br /&gt;   and tune the drums for them and tweak their amps and guitars. He had a guy&lt;br /&gt;   bring in a slew of expensive old "vintage" microphones. Boy, were they&lt;br /&gt;   "warm."&lt;br /&gt;   He even had a guy come in and check the phase of all the equipment in the&lt;br /&gt;   control room! Boy, was he professional. He used a bunch of equipment on them&lt;br /&gt;   and by the end of it, they all agreed that it sounded very "punchy,"&lt;br /&gt;   yet "warm."&lt;br /&gt;   All that hard work paid off. With the help of a video, the album went like&lt;br /&gt;   hotcakes! They sold a quarter million copies!&lt;br /&gt;   Here is the math that will explain just how fucked they are:&lt;br /&gt;   These figures are representative of amounts that appear in record contracts&lt;br /&gt;   daily. There's no need to skew the figures to make the scenario look bad,&lt;br /&gt;   since&lt;br /&gt;   real-life examples more than abound. Income is underlined, expenses are not.&lt;br /&gt;      Advance:                                $  250,000&lt;br /&gt;      ^^^^^^^                                    ^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;      Manager's cut:                          $   37,500&lt;br /&gt;      Legal fees:                             $   10,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Recording Budget:                       $  150,000&lt;br /&gt;      Producer s advance:                     $   50,000&lt;br /&gt;      Studio fee:                             $   52,500&lt;br /&gt;      Drum. Amp, Mic and Phase "Doctors":     $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Recording tape:                         $    8,000&lt;br /&gt;      Equipment rental:                       $    5,000&lt;br /&gt;      Cartage and Transportation:             $    5,000&lt;br /&gt;      Lodgings while in studio:               $   10,000&lt;br /&gt;      Catering:                               $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Mastering:                              $   10,000&lt;br /&gt;      Tape copies, reference CDs, shipping&lt;br /&gt;                      tapes, misc. expenses:  $    2,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Video budget:                           $   30,000&lt;br /&gt;      Cameras:                                $    8,000&lt;br /&gt;      Crew:                                   $    5,000&lt;br /&gt;      Processing and transfers:               $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Off-line:                               $    2,000&lt;br /&gt;      On-line editing:                        $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Catering:                               $    1,000&lt;br /&gt;      Stage and construction:                 $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Copies, couriers, transportation:       $    2,000&lt;br /&gt;      Director's fee:                         $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Album Artwork:                          $    5,000&lt;br /&gt;      Promotional photo shoot and&lt;br /&gt;                              duplication:    $    2,000&lt;br /&gt;      Band fund:                              $   15,000&lt;br /&gt;      New fancy professional drum kit:        $    5,000&lt;br /&gt;      New fancy professional guitars [2]:     $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      New fancy professional guitar amp&lt;br /&gt;                              rigs [2]:       $    4,000&lt;br /&gt;      New fancy potato-shaped bass guitar:    $    1,000&lt;br /&gt;      New fancy rack of lights bass amp:      $    1,000&lt;br /&gt;      Rehearsal space rental:                 $      500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Big blowout party for their friends:    $      500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tour expense [5 weeks]:                 $   50,875&lt;br /&gt;      Bus:                                    $   25,000&lt;br /&gt;      Crew [3]:                               $    7,500&lt;br /&gt;      Food and per diems:                     $    7,875&lt;br /&gt;      Fuel:                                   $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Consumable supplies:                    $    3,500&lt;br /&gt;      Wardrobe:                               $    1,000&lt;br /&gt;      Promotion:                              $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tour gross income:                      $   50,000&lt;br /&gt;      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^                           ^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;      Agent's cut:                            $    7,500&lt;br /&gt;      Manager's cut:                          $    7,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Merchandising advance:                  $   20,000&lt;br /&gt;      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^                       ^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;      Manager's cut:                          $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Lawyer's fee:                           $    1,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Publishing advance:                     $   20,000&lt;br /&gt;      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^                          ^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;      Manager's cut:                          $    3,000&lt;br /&gt;      Lawyer's fee:                           $    1,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Record sales:   250,000 @ $12     =     $3,000,000&lt;br /&gt;      Gross retail revenue Royalty&lt;br /&gt;                      [13% of 90% of retail]: $  351,000&lt;br /&gt;      Less advance:                           $  250,000&lt;br /&gt;      Producer's points&lt;br /&gt;              [3% less $50,000 advance]:      $   40,000&lt;br /&gt;      Promotional budget:                     $   25,000&lt;br /&gt;      Recoupable buyout from previous label:  $   50,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Net royalty:                            $  -14,000&lt;br /&gt;      ^^^^^^^^^^^                                 ^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Record company income:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Record wholesale price&lt;br /&gt;              $6.50 x 250,000 =               $1,625,000 gross income&lt;br /&gt;      Artist Royalties:                       $  351,000&lt;br /&gt;      Deficit from royalties:                 $   14,000&lt;br /&gt;      Manufacturing, packaging and&lt;br /&gt;      distribution @ $2.20 per record:        $  550,000&lt;br /&gt;      Gross profit:                           $  7l0,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The Balance Sheet: This is how much each player&lt;br /&gt;      got paid at the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Record company:                         $  710,000&lt;br /&gt;      Producer:                               $   90,000&lt;br /&gt;      Manager:                                $   51,000&lt;br /&gt;      Studio:                                 $   52,500&lt;br /&gt;      Previous label:                         $   50,000&lt;br /&gt;      Agent:                                  $    7,500&lt;br /&gt;      Lawyer:                                 $   12,000&lt;br /&gt;      Band member net income each:            $    4,031.25&lt;br /&gt;   The band is now 1/4 of the way through its contract, has made the music&lt;br /&gt;   industry more than 3 million dollars richer, but is in the hole $14,000 on&lt;br /&gt;   royalties. The band members have each earned about 1/3 as much as they would&lt;br /&gt;   working at a 7-11, but they got to ride in a tour bus for a month.&lt;br /&gt;   The next album will be about the same, except that the record company will&lt;br /&gt;   insist they spend more time and money on it. Since the previous one&lt;br /&gt;   never "recouped," the band will have no leverage, and will oblige.&lt;br /&gt;   The next tour will be about the same, except the merchandising advance will&lt;br /&gt;   have already been paid, and the band, strangely enough, won't have earned&lt;br /&gt;   any&lt;br /&gt;   royalties from their T-shirts yet. Maybe the T-shirt guys have figured out&lt;br /&gt;   how&lt;br /&gt;   to count money like record company guys.&lt;br /&gt;   Some of your friends are probably already this fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then replyed with this to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i worked with at the drive-in for seven years, i apologize that you feel&lt;br /&gt;   that at somepoint i made a wrong turn, but i was there long before anyone&lt;br /&gt;   else ever cared and we did some great things. the murder city devils had&lt;br /&gt;   problems well beyond my control long before i was involved and i apologize&lt;br /&gt;   that i was unable to solve them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   steve albini is a piece of shit, and you sir, can kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then sent it to Gabe the Roadie for the Murder City Devils saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, the love just keeps flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe then emailed me with this.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Peter,&lt;br /&gt;   this is gabe, and i am sitting here with most of the band.  We think it is&lt;br /&gt;   completely ridicoulous that you are trying to point fingers as to who to&lt;br /&gt;   blame for not only our band's choices, but At The Drive-in's as well.  The&lt;br /&gt;   facts of our break-up are completely unknown to you, so how could you blame&lt;br /&gt;   somebody outside of the band for them.  Both us, and the new band with&lt;br /&gt;   members of ATDI, Sparta are continuing to work with Blaze, because he is a&lt;br /&gt;   breath of fresh air in the music industry.  He works hard, and doesn't bleed&lt;br /&gt;   our energy or suck our money away from us.  Not that it is any of your&lt;br /&gt;   business, but he hasn't made a dime from us for the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can not explain to you how stupid your letter sounds.  Why do you feel&lt;br /&gt;   this way, you don't explain at all.  Let me be the first to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;   with or without blaze in the picture Derek and Leslie would have left the&lt;br /&gt;   band, and Blaze probably did more than anybody else, outside of the band, to&lt;br /&gt;   make sure that everyone was happy with the way The Murder City Devils ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can't make you apologize to him, and i can't make claims to understand the&lt;br /&gt;   ATDI situation, but I do know that we are upset that somebody is blaming our&lt;br /&gt;   friend for something involving us, that he had no control over, let alone no&lt;br /&gt;   blame for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hope you rethink your position.&lt;br /&gt;   gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted as new developments come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD SPEED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-6031289?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6031289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/6031289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6031289' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5974895</id><published>2001-09-28T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-28T09:39:34.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD BYE SPUDNIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I attend a fairwell party for one of my favorite places to eat here at ut.  SPUDNIK shut it's doors yesterday and will never reopen.  It is such a sad time in life.  In such a short amount of time I have been hit with many many blows to my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;1.  World Trade Center and Pentagon Attack.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Murder City Devils Announce they are breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My grandfather dies.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Spudnik closes it's doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like god has forsaken me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed spudnik.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5974895?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5974895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5974895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5974895' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5957557</id><published>2001-09-27T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-27T14:32:40.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROCK AND ROLL STOLE MY SOUL.  OR SOLE IF YOU LIKE FISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went with one of my friends G-Sweatt to see the TIGHT BRO'S FROM WAY BACK WHEN.  Oh man for those of you who missed the Tight Bro's missed out on one hell of a show.  That was the most hard rockin shit that I have ever heard.  That is about all that I have to say.  I am going to leave you with some quotes from a few of my favorite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LES SAVY FAV"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE DOCTOR WITH THE CONDITION.&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE PATIENT AND THE PHYSICIAN.&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE THE SCALPEL AND MAKE THE FIRST INCISION.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK INSIDE THE CUT AND MAKE THE LAST DECISION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HOLDS YOU UP WHEN THE EARTH LETS YOU DOWN?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HOLDS YOU UP WHEN GRAVITY HAS BEEN CORRUPTED?&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE ATOMS ARE ENOUGH BECAUSE EVE SURE AIN'T COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS A BAD MOTHER FUCKER 16 PAIRS OF SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;IN A CLOSET 6 FEET DEEP AND 6 FEET HIGH AND 6 FEET WIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EYES ARE SMALLER THEN MY STOMACH IS.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS QUITE A MEAL FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LOST MY APPETITE LATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MURDER CITY DEVILS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I DON'T ADVOCATE SITTING ALONE DRINKING&lt;br /&gt;BUT BOY YOU GOT TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO &lt;br /&gt;TO KEEP YOUR SELF FROM THINKING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5957557?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5957557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5957557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5957557' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5930834</id><published>2001-09-26T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-26T12:09:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUXTAPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jux-ta-pose - vt [prob. back-formation fr.juxtaposition] : to place side by side.&lt;br /&gt;jux-ta-po-si-tion n [L juxta near + E position -- more at JOUST] : the act or an instance of placing two or more objects side by side, also : the state of being so placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a better time then now to sit back and reflect what has happend in the past few months to me then now.  My grandfather just passed away and I had to deal with my family not only on a family basis, but now this time instead of dealing with them as I normaly do with tons of booze and sleep I had to form a new plan of action.  "What was this action Peter?" you may ask yourself.  This time I turned on the wit and charm like there was no other.  I attacked with high brow hummor that no one understood but myself.  The beer this time was not picked out by me, but by my white trash cousins and their kin.  It just seems hard for me to understand the reasoning behind the actions of such a family as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I titled this JUXTAPOSE is such.  When I was in deep contemplation of the death of my grandfather and his past life, and what had traspired over the past years in his dealings with his children and what they remember of him.  Made me think about my own father and what I could remember good or bad how he raised me.  So I juxtaposed the situations with great scrutiny over the past few days.  My own father refused to speak about his father for reasons unknown to me and maybe everyone else.  I think that my mother may know, but that is a long shot.  I do not think that I would be able to get up and speak to other people about the strange yet semi-pleasing relationship that I have with my father.  For the longest time I thought that I was looked down upon by my father in many ways because I did not follow in his footsteps in anyway shape or form.  I did not become the Engineer that he wanted to be.  I abhor blue collar work, and I did not join the Armed service.  If you look at the make up of the family Nathan, my oldest brother, droped out of college and became a blue collar worker.  Timothy, my middle brother, is now a marine and is soon on his way to becoming a blue collar worker.  Both of whom will join or have joined the unions of said proffesion.  I on the other hand wish to go into academia and not have to dammage my hands with any sort of hard labor, while what my father does is not strenious or blue collar now it used to be his life has been made eaiser with the advances in technology.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all of that said it is time for the juxtaposition.  While growing up all that I was told about the relationship that my father had with his father was exatly the same one that I have now with my father.  One of wonder about how you are viewed upon in the family structure of good or bad.  I have yet to talk to my father about this because discussion in the family are usually limited to the History of Russia and current political and social turmoil in other nations never about true family relations.  So really in closing the result of the Juxtaposition is such.  I am just like my father in dealing with him as he was in dealing with his father and so we at least have that common background to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5930834?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5930834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5930834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5930834' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5784935</id><published>2001-09-19T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-19T12:54:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SICKNESS MAKES ME SICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick again this is twice in a month I used to not get sick ever.  Now I am sick twice in one month I do not understand that.  I am going to go and see Modest Mouse Tommorow night it looks to be fun.  My online buddies Carol and Jen are going to be there so I am going to have to not be so super dick and say hello to them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much sader note my grand father died last night and I will be leaving for Dallas on Friday.  I hope that all will work out fine.  I am not going to go to school tommorow and try to rest up for the show.  I will try not to drink because that will only make the problem worse, but you never know how well I will be feeling by then.  I might have a couple of drinks but never again in such a short amount of time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even sader note my favorite band in the entire world is going to call it quits after this tour they are on right now.  I would like to issue a good bye to the MURDER CITY DEVILS now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD SPEED&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5784935?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5784935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5784935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5784935' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5743879</id><published>2001-09-17T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-17T15:37:27.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROCK AND ROLL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night my good friend Mande and I went to the White Stripes to rock out, but the night of fun turned to a night of no fun real quick.  I got really drunk and had to be saved from complete hummilation by my good friend Mande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to make a formal appolige to my online buddy Jen.  I am sorry that I did not say hello to you at the White Stripes show.  If all goes well I will see you at Modest Mouse in the house and say hello.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Telck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5743879?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5743879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5743879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5743879' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5683439</id><published>2001-09-14T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-14T08:36:10.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well it has been many days since the flying bomb attacks on New York City.  I have been thinking about this, and have decided that I am going to keep my mouth shut about it all because I have very diffrent political thoughts then most of America.  I am better now.  That means I am no longer sick it turns out that all that I had was strep throat.  Thank God.  In funner news I broke both of the Washers in my apartment complex and now have to walk over to the others by it to clean my clothes.  Well that is about all that I can think of so I am going to go ahead and leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5683439?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5683439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5683439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5683439' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5503959</id><published>2001-09-05T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-05T16:51:47.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well let me see here my story begins on a Saturday 09/01/01 afternoon with me and my friends going to see Blonde Redhead.  The show was really good.  I drank about 4 or 5 of those big ass Newcastle’s.  Well during Blonde Redhead I believe that I blacked out for a little bit with the only thing holding me up was a pole and some other people.  Oh man I never want to do that again.  Sunday 09/02/01 was rather boring I just slept off the beer and hang over from the night before and watched television.  Monday 09/03/01 Stephanie and I went and tried to bug Justin at Hut’s but he was too busy to even take notice in us.  So we just sat there and watched him work his little ass off.   After he got done working him and me went out shopping and boy did I spent too much money.  First I bought a new pair of shoes and then we went to almost all of the record stores in town where I did not leave empty handed.  And that brings us to this situation that I am in right now I am here in the computer lab at UT waiting for my prescription to be filled trying to buy sometime before I have to walk up there and get my drugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5503959?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5503959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5503959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5503959' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127946.post-5412292</id><published>2001-08-31T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-31T16:36:33.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok here we go i am going to post up on this now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127946-5412292?l=pigface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5412292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127946/posts/default/5412292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigface.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5412292' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888192662526430551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
