Okay, I need to write about some shit in my life. People throwing huge temper tantrums over my, for a few of them are total babes. Which just makes it suck even more. I want it te fuck out of my mind. This is what does it. This is as opinionated as it gets on here, by me, what follows. Because of my…. I pay 100 bucks a year to and I may get myself into some trouble disclosing this. But its that right there, However, bluntly, I dont really give a flying fuck. I’m speaking up. So sue me, dinguses. No story. No surrealist lingual collages on a digi canvass. I’m tired, I want to get this shit out….. I have learned something very important about people that I have met at rock clubs, the 3 bands that I have written, practiced, recorded, quit, literally, not even an hour of leaving one group, I for example, get a phone call from my great friend, and born musician, Tyler Hardy. I’m a bona fide fucking bassist, I have studied bass for 20 years. I’ve made myself untouchable, and goddamn it feels good. That and writing. Poetry. Which is music. Yadayadada, point I will school your ass. I purposefully wrote my bass lines in the band Microtia, while writing the 6 songs for the with the intent that, had another bass player come a long, they nor the other 4 members of the band over the last year, to this day. The 28th. Last year on this day, I moved into a studio that is smaller than my practice space in the worst neighborhood in Portland, The Pearl District. Why did I move myself directly into the big fake urban tits of my hometown? Not one person in the pearl is from Portland. And there are so many extremely hot women that a southeast stoner musician with no money or doesnt own a club (cough) of My current drummer, Tyler, and I pay 100 dollars each for the space, we get a set of keys, its another Northwest Rehearsal Space, Saburbia, Bongo Fury type of place. These are big buildings throughout Portland and the saburbs built with many rooms for bands And its great because I have made some great friends already including lead singer of the Insignificunts, James. My very good friend Matt, who was the singer of a band called Pheasant up until last year, his new band is right across the way, I’m almost positive is….. you know what, I am tired. I am moving back into my central southeast neighborhood, in a few hours. This year has been very dark. Hospitalized 4 times. Living in a neighborhood that god forbid you politely attempt to converse with a woman, well, then, you’re just a huge fucking creep. A year of that killed me. My confidence has vanished, which makes it written all over my face. How nice it feels to be smiled at by a beautiful girl, with awesome tattoos, and wants to come try out for your band? I think to myself, or not even think. I’m going to tell a story, I cant believe it, about things that will help you think and trust yourself. That said, it is also a story of, dude I dont know, life, society and what flies and what doesnt but some major shit……. one thing, another, a woman, My music-super-groovy friends Bass Shake Her Presley, have 2 brand new recorded tracks up on http://soundcloud.com/brian-hardie. Plus a track from the Microtia EP – Distance Is Oval released on SLC punk label Exigent Records in 2007. I was really proud to be creating a new style almost. And it has stood the test of time,.