Thursday, September 08, 2005
Taco Smarts
We were in a mid grade hammjamm last night.
France Practice. I know I say this shit a lot and that we are probably the most self-loving band of all time, but damn I love these guys. Its hard to express how good it makes me feel to be making music with 8 other guys that make me live. Practice actually went really well - next week's show will be tight and we were doing some hanging afterwords - drinking some brews at Nuci's. Good to be with the guys again. So now on to the great part of the night.
Ice and I were jammin' on the ride back down 316 (he hadnt had much to drink, so he was safe but still jammin). And man we were jammin. Heard some Paul Wall on the ride back, but mostly we talked to Big Brah out in San Francisco...one of SA's friend. And actually one of the France's friends. He told us he is trying to find a flight out to ATL next week just to play bongos with us. Fucking rightesous. Speaking of righteous - man, we had some wicked hunger. What could do us right? What beckons like a gong struck by the immortal himself. Taco Bell. We've all been there before, but not like tonight.
We tear ass into the drive through like two criminals about to loot the kitchen for some tasty snacks. Uh, Crunch Wrap Surpreme. Done. Double Decker Taco. Done. Then it was Ice's turn.
Taco Bell: Go on with your order, sir.
Ice: A bean burrito with no onions and thats it.
TB: Beef?
Ice: BEAN!....Bean Burrito
TB: What?
Ice: BEAN BURRITO!
TB: Bean like ...B - E - E - N
Ice: NO, BEAN LIKE...B - E - A - N!
TB: Oh yeah, whatever. What else do you want.
Ice: Nothing but about five minutes in the back with you honey, wif some fire sauce.*
Now we were nervous about our food getting spit into, but by all accounts - it wasnt. Just parked that shit in the lot and made some calls to some folks. Talked to AJ who was confused at first but we told him we were straight up kickin a mid grade hammjamm in the TB parking lot and he toasted us out of sheer realization that we were straight livin'. He's also hosting the after party for the France Show next week. Jammin'.
Good day.
Good jams.
Good grub.
Good service.
Good spelling.
We were in a mid grade hammjamm last night.
France Practice. I know I say this shit a lot and that we are probably the most self-loving band of all time, but damn I love these guys. Its hard to express how good it makes me feel to be making music with 8 other guys that make me live. Practice actually went really well - next week's show will be tight and we were doing some hanging afterwords - drinking some brews at Nuci's. Good to be with the guys again. So now on to the great part of the night.
Ice and I were jammin' on the ride back down 316 (he hadnt had much to drink, so he was safe but still jammin). And man we were jammin. Heard some Paul Wall on the ride back, but mostly we talked to Big Brah out in San Francisco...one of SA's friend. And actually one of the France's friends. He told us he is trying to find a flight out to ATL next week just to play bongos with us. Fucking rightesous. Speaking of righteous - man, we had some wicked hunger. What could do us right? What beckons like a gong struck by the immortal himself. Taco Bell. We've all been there before, but not like tonight.
We tear ass into the drive through like two criminals about to loot the kitchen for some tasty snacks. Uh, Crunch Wrap Surpreme. Done. Double Decker Taco. Done. Then it was Ice's turn.
Taco Bell: Go on with your order, sir.
Ice: A bean burrito with no onions and thats it.
TB: Beef?
Ice: BEAN!....Bean Burrito
TB: What?
Ice: BEAN BURRITO!
TB: Bean like ...B - E - E - N
Ice: NO, BEAN LIKE...B - E - A - N!
TB: Oh yeah, whatever. What else do you want.
Ice: Nothing but about five minutes in the back with you honey, wif some fire sauce.*
Now we were nervous about our food getting spit into, but by all accounts - it wasnt. Just parked that shit in the lot and made some calls to some folks. Talked to AJ who was confused at first but we told him we were straight up kickin a mid grade hammjamm in the TB parking lot and he toasted us out of sheer realization that we were straight livin'. He's also hosting the after party for the France Show next week. Jammin'.
Good day.
Good jams.
Good grub.
Good service.
Good spelling.
