Depeche Moses's blog: "Oh My!"

Instructions... Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird or random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose at least 5 people to be tagged, listing their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "You're it!" on their profile and ask them to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. 1- There is nothing more attractive to me than an attractive girl playing violin. Absolutely nothing. 2- I aspire to be a luthier, but no one wants to buy an instrument from some no-name punk in suburban Maryland. 3- I still play Pokémon. A lot. 4- Four of my last five love interests have been people I met on the internet. 5- I like to mix drinks. It is my goal to make the perfect drink. So far my best is 3-4 parts lemon iced tea to 1 part triple sec. 6- I long ago decided I was going to move to LA. The original plan was to be there by last month. That didn't work out. The current plan is by this fall. 7- I spent a week in a mental hospital a year ago. My favorite person from there is probably going to be dead by the time I get to California. 8- Home is not a place to me. Home is a feeling I have not felt in over a year. 9- I am the only one in my immediate family who does not know how to speak Italian. 10- I really wish I had a pug. Actually, I wish I had a pug coydog. Coydogs are a lot sweeter than people give them credit for. I'm tagging; Krys... um... Atarah, Elaine and Dekay I guess... and, uh... Jacob? Why not. Krys, Atarah, Elaine, Dekay, Jacob.

I just found out John 5 uses a Tele Hot Rails. GROSS! I guess it does sound really good with some gain on it, but come on, who plays metal pickups completely clean? Well, me and Erica both do, actually. But the Enforcer is really versatile! And also used by John 5, by the way. The Hot Rails isn't versatile at all unless you have your tone potentiometer at 1meg, and that will just RUIN your neck's tone. So do yourself a favor and never, ever, ever buy the HR for Tele. If you already did, call the Seymour Duncan custom shop and have them rewind it to a Vintage Rails. And then wire that in parallel. And there you have a Duncan Jazz in your bridge! Paired with, say, a Duncan 5-2, you have a pretty great Telecaster. Actually, now that I thought of that, I'm definitely gonna do it. Thanks, me! Wouldn't it be ironic if I got the John 5 signature Tele just for that? The answer is, "kind of." Because I also need another Enforcer, and they're a bit hard to come by these days. Love, /Andy

I ended up deciding against California for now. It's honestly killing me on the inside. I mean, how often am I gonna not follow through on this kinda shit? It's honestly not because I'm too lazy or complacent, far from it. I may still end up visiting, if I can get enough money. But I don't think my car will make it, is the problem. Well, one of the two big problems, anyway. The other is my medical position. My blood sugar and triglycerides are too high to not have medical insurance. But that's not even the real reason. I have become attached to someone here. And even though I know nothing can possibly happen, and I don't even wanna be hooking up with her or anything, I can't see myself separating myself from her of my own free will. I like her, a lot. That is also killing me on the inside, but it would be pointless and stupid and tactless to tell her I crush on her. So, the logical thing to do is ignore it, let it fester and eventually blow over, and find someone else. She makes it hard though, because she's really awesome. Probably one of the coolest girls I've ever met, and definitely the only younger girl I can see myself spending my nights with at this time. A month ago I would've said "ever," but I don't know anymore. I think it might be time to try giving up emotion again. You know, the half Buddha half pirate bit. Maybe I should just run away from everything. Maybe I should go to California or something. Love, /Andy

Little ferret Stare at me Decaying pony Feast for a honeybee And lord, my god Bleed onto me And god, my god, my god, defeat Defeat never looked so good Your hell never looked so much like home My life, my hate, my truth Retreat like I knew you would Usurping the cold, white, porcelain throne My love, my fate, my youth Disappearing Or hearing you Crimson lotus She won't notice too And you, my friend, My only you Just you, just you, just you, just you Defeat never looked so good Your hell never looked so much like home My life, my hate, my truth Retreat like I knew you would Usurping the cold, white, porcelain throne My love, my fate, my youth (guitar solo) What she's stating Masturbating lies Now she's crying Death, dying, dies Yet you, my friend Blue-white like ice The concept, love, hate, guilt defiles What once I had What once I felt What everyone's got figured out And lord, my god Bleed onto me And god, my god, my god, defeat Defeat never looked so good Your hell never looked so much like home My life, my hate, my truth Retreat like I knew you would Usurping the cold, white, porcelain throne My love, my fate, my youth Defeat never looked so good Your hell never looked so much like home My life, my hate, my truth Retreat like I knew you would Usurping the cold, white, porcelain throne Throw love away, uncouth As it is Can you tell I've been listening to a lot of SSPU lately? Love, /Andy

This is blog number 49999 or something similar. The next person to create one is gonna be like "wow, blog 50000! That's like 5% of a million!" But anyway, onto the point. Neural Funk, the greatest band that ever was, is basically on hiatus. So, I have asked my friend Maddy, who plays a bit o' banjo, to fill in for the drummer as the other half of the rhythm section. I don't want to replace the drummer, as she is very dear to me and I want her to feel as though she will always have a place in any band of which I am a part. But. I can't keep the beat alone. Well, I can, but I prefer not to. People will be like "but Andy, how can you have a punk vibe without any drums?" and to them I say "shut your piehole, cake-eater!" Punk is just that--a vibe. You don't need a fucking musical style for punk (though it can be argued otherwise). As long as we play our hearts out, and as long as we have synergy, we will succeed. That is all any true band ever needed. Talent? No. Talent is second to heart. Heart is second to nothing. Love, /Andy