In no particular order...
1: Put out a record. Preferably a full length with art and the whole shebang. Physical formats, vinyl, CD, cassette. I tunes and CDRs don't count.
2: Tour. Worldwide preferably but nationwide would be great too. I'll even "settle" for just the west coast.
3: Fly a plane. Even if for just a few minutes. If i was sitting in the cockpit and they let me just keep it steady for a minute or two I would be content.
4: Go to space. This one will probably never happen unless you count that one time I dropped acid and......
5: Travel. This is different from touring as far as I know. From what I've read, when you're on tour you usually don't get the opportunity to explore the places you're at. I think Japan would be cool.
6: Write a book. I'm not sure what kind. Perhaps a novel, or maybe a tell all biography about the rise and fall of The Vague Prophets. I could get all nostalgic about the early days, how it was so fun and pure and about the music, man. And about how we struggled with our success, denying our super star status. Then about how Ben started slipping further down into heroin addiction. About Bagel's near death experience from auto erotic asphyxiation and subsequent departure from the band and new found faith in Jesus. And of Steve's untimely death during a fight at a Thailand brothel. I'll reveal how I was the glue that held the band together for so long but no matter how hard I tried to pull the band together I wasn't strong enough to keep the others from pulling it apart.
7: Be a guest on the Tonight Show with Conan O' Brien. Maybe as a musical guest or to talk about my book.
8: Renew my tabs on time. At least once.
9: Do something charitable besides drunkenly giving my jacket to a crazy lady or "donating" stuff to Goodwill.
10: Quit smoking.
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That book idea sounds phenomenal! I think you should start blogging like that on our myspace page now, how the success of our band is overwhelming. I imagine us getting into a fight about my drug addiction and you yelling, "What the fuck happened to you, man? This used to be about the music!?!?!"
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