It's strange to dig your own grave. The work that goes into making a hole big enough, especially in the shitty, clay-infested Oregon soil, sucks fucking ass. Even with someone's help, it isn't a quick endeavor. My biggest alibi against any murder case is the director of my latest music video, who can vouch for my inability and "inadequataquatulence" to bury people at the depth necessary to avoid detection. Also, you realize the soft person you've become by the pain in between your thumb and pointer finger after digging a 4 and 1/2' deep hole. We could've gone deeper, but fuck it (ha! Butt fuck it!), we were tired. To be honest, it was kind of fun. I miss doing manual labor and it's more fun given the reason: a music video. My good friend Kevin Pietila is an amazing director/writer and came up with this fucking fantastic video idea for "Let's Go Out Tonight," which I couldn't be more fucking happy about. Kevin's script is amazing, we have people flying up from L.A. to help shoot the video and some amazing actors/dancers/choreographers to help as well. I feel like such a Rock Star and can't wait to blow them all away with my acting... Jesus, I'm talented but I'm so fucking glad someone wrote something so fucking badass. I'm so blessed to know talented muthafuckers who believe in me and my music. Life is great sometimes. Only sometimes... But, now is one of those times. I'll let y'all fuckers know how it's going and how awesome I am. Pretty fucking awesome is my guess. Check this shit out:
That's a fucking hard day's work, capped off by some Coors Banquet Beers and french fries. After two hours of digging, that shit never tasted so sweet. Not sure why musicians like to act and actors like to play musicians but seems like we're all fucked up in the same ways, so it probably helps. We'll find out next week...