good God, we did it again. so the power hour to honor the 5000th download of Power Hour 3.0 was a resounding success. then steve whipped out the "secret" gravity test of his guitar. we smashed it a few times, threw it at my car. me and steve jumped around on the hood and roof of the volare. we chilled on the roof, we ran around being idiots. we stayed up late. we had a good time. getting rip-roaring drunk everyone once in a while with a bunch of kickass people makes the world seem good.

another re-enforcement that this is the greatest. summer. of. all. time.

posting about music yesterday made me think of some other music related ideas. and since the world is so influenced by the music we create, i will share with you another insight from the mind of reger. i realized why people get upset when bands go mainstream. when you discover a local band or some obscure group from say new mexico, you feel a sense of community. a sense that this is your music. you own all their LPs, you've seen them perform a million times, you own demo tapes of them from when they didn't even have a name yet. you and your friends disect the lyrics and melodies and you hold the music to a higher level than you do the pop culture shit that is churned out incessantly. but then one day, you hear their song on the radio. then you see it on the billboard charts. next, your favorite band in the world--your band-- is been interviewed by carson daly on TRL. how the fuck did that happen? this was your little secret. this band was yours. every song was written for you and to you. and now, some teenyboppers are screaming when they enter the MTV studios. you feel heartbroken. crushed. let down. this is why i'm glad that andy lucia moved to italy and jim joined the navy. this means that blue opal, one of my favorite local bands from back home, will never go mainstream. they will always be mine. no one at school has probably ever heard of them or ever will (besides reading about them here, i mean). i have something no one can take from me. not even carson daly.

"I would have made a good Pope." - Richard M. Nixon (1913-1994)