<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:09:45.659-08:00</updated><category term='Some Art I made. &quot;Pizza T&quot; circa 2009'/><title type='text'>Pizza T Blog Est. 2004</title><subtitle type='html'>OG Blog of a jambander in the 21st century. The life of Pizza T the #1 psychedelic gangsta of all time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4611178586894776544</id><published>2011-07-25T11:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:31:35.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  ?y??Mv?\ c}?N?? zY. ??s:h v??eP?? ????; G??e ?XG?@?: t?? ?$} B??d??- ?????? ??tt9=??A?7?\ ?A?4 &lt;br&gt;???7?&amp;lt; ??a:h?f?A?? ?.???q?&amp;gt;/??e??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4611178586894776544?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4611178586894776544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4611178586894776544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4611178586894776544' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4939255248134601634</id><published>2011-07-25T11:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:31:31.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  @Wtz? %Om =?^??gPX???A????n??i6;?&amp;gt;??fP??~??n: ^~??eP?M ????8 f???1:?&amp;amp;??n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4939255248134601634?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4939255248134601634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4939255248134601634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4939255248134601634' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-5683584279435370613</id><published>2011-07-25T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:31:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  ?ey ?????1:? ?Att? ???y?=?f??e{Y  ?A??;=G?????]??] a? b??e ?&amp;gt;^??yP?m/?Ao7??????2H^??Ao3?&amp;gt;g??u:?]??? ?&amp;lt; ??A???, ???2??N?A?0 ^v???p??r?\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-5683584279435370613?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5683584279435370613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5683584279435370613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5683584279435370613' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-3704831735427421090</id><published>2011-04-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:31:09.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jusjuanuhdance "Pizza T's Z Kamp experience" "TCTV" "Dance Oly Dance" 4/...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dfmOYgWZMR0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-3704831735427421090?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3704831735427421090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3704831735427421090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3704831735427421090' title='Jusjuanuhdance &quot;Pizza T&apos;s Z Kamp experience&quot; &quot;TCTV&quot; &quot;Dance Oly Dance&quot; 4/...'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dfmOYgWZMR0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-7800442642199897594</id><published>2011-04-02T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:18:00.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap'n Fresh and the Stay Fresh Seals</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ykvlY6GhbkU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7800442642199897594?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7800442642199897594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7800442642199897594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7800442642199897594' title='Cap&apos;n Fresh and the Stay Fresh Seals'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ykvlY6GhbkU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1216377929674266332</id><published>2011-03-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:00:04.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist UCLA Chic Rant THE OFFICIAL SONG "Asian People"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HtvyqJ9EJtw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1216377929674266332?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1216377929674266332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1216377929674266332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#1216377929674266332' title='Racist UCLA Chic Rant THE OFFICIAL SONG &quot;Asian People&quot;'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HtvyqJ9EJtw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-8754829204148801028</id><published>2011-03-16T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:09:07.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Da Hotel "Pizza T" z-kamp experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2gwanoyrCXw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-8754829204148801028?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/8754829204148801028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/8754829204148801028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#8754829204148801028' title='Back to Da Hotel &quot;Pizza T&quot; z-kamp experience'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2gwanoyrCXw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2201242901229594102</id><published>2011-03-12T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:27:57.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Tune The News  vs. Dubstep Charlie Sheen - Winning - PIZZA T  Remix</title><content type='html'>Charlie Sheen his an awesome dude. I think he is going on Phish tour this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LIC0rsZx1I8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2201242901229594102?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2201242901229594102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2201242901229594102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#2201242901229594102' title='Auto Tune The News  vs. Dubstep Charlie Sheen - Winning - PIZZA T  Remix'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LIC0rsZx1I8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-3323757906460963608</id><published>2011-02-28T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:10:10.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Free show tonight Pizza T zkamp at the East Side 9pm. Danny Kelly and Jason of artesian undground sitting in w/ Pizza T. Hear New Songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-3323757906460963608?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3323757906460963608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3323757906460963608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#3323757906460963608' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-3411758762752803055</id><published>2011-02-26T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:36:51.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza T's Z Kamp experience Feb. 12th "Hands in Da Pants"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3j4NwH8O5bg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-3411758762752803055?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3411758762752803055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3411758762752803055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#3411758762752803055' title='Pizza T&apos;s Z Kamp experience Feb. 12th &quot;Hands in Da Pants&quot;'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3j4NwH8O5bg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4561964874929118806</id><published>2011-02-25T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:04:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am awake early. Bout to smoke some indo. I swear, I am mentally fucked. At least I am staying mellow. Wont take Zoloft, I'd rather be a freak. Sucks that everytime I but together a band that it falls apart.  Most likely its me? But at the same time, it could be bad luck. Like the economy. Who the fuck can stay in a shitty town that has no good jobs just to be in a band? I know I found a way. Really though, I have never had luck with bands starting from High School. i remember I started a band called the latex Babies with my brother and we had our first REAL gig at a "Flower Party" which is a group of kids from each class makes fake flowers for the homecoming floats. So we practiced at my dad's accounting office in the back storage area for a month. We were super punk rock. So the day of our show we set up in a girls back yard. Our drummer refuses to play. Everyone is like "ARE YOU GONNA START"? The drummer "Josh Smith" refused... SO some weasily looking skater kid said he knew how to play drums, and the show went on. IT WAS BAD. The skater kid lied, he did not know how to play drums at all. He just started hitting them as hard and fast as he could with hitting the rim more than anything. It was AWFUL and embarrassing. I moved later that month away from that school and ended up in Washington State "HOME OF INDIE ROCK AND GRUNGE" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 32 and have 2 kids a 1 on the way. I really have been trying hard as fuck with music for years. But what am I trying for? Respect? Talent? Fame? Fun? &lt;br /&gt;Those are typical questions...... But now its like I have been doing it for so long that i'm not sure whats going on...... I have never tried to be on a label, I just assumed that it would work out. Not so... I feel like Squidworth sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I did a Halloween show and it was so bad that I really questioned my life and my art.&lt;br /&gt;I mean there was no chance of being anything but I guy who likes to play music, and bad music at that. But I have to deal with that myself. Thats my own making. My wife was there and saw me play horrible and also watched a packed house all walk out on my show. It was worse than the High School first show with the weasily skater kid. IT WAS SO BAD&gt;&gt;&gt; I never felt like a wash up before; at least to this extent. And on top of it I was going so far into debt that I was in fear of my family's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to quit shows and work hard on my music until the next show and see what happens. I was pretty sure of a few things. 1. No one will come to my next show because Halloween was so FUCKED in THE ASS. 2. Or the planet is so big that a whole new crowd will be there if I advertise right. 3. The show will prove that Pizza T Z Kamp can clear a house with its awful music once again 4. Or we will prove that the last show was a fluke and everyone should always DO WHAT THEY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;the show was more packed, and the first band was so so so good. And I knew High Ceiling, the closing band, was gonna be super fucking good. So I was a little worried, or at least should of been worried. It very well could of gone like the Halloween show, but I wouldn't know until we started playing. Imagine this, A WHOLE ROOM FILLED WITH PEOPLE, THEY ARE ANXIOUS FOR MUSIC, YOUR ON STAGE LOOKING AT THEM LOOKING AT YOU, YOU START THE FIRST SONG...... and what happens next A. Everyone starts leaving the room like someone dropped pepper spray in the building and your all of a sudden playing for your wife, which looks very disappointed, and five other people that most likely are only sticking around because they feel super bad for you.    &lt;br /&gt;or B. The big crowd gets bigger and then starts grooving and dancing and rocking and cheering, but as you look your wife is no where to be found or to be proud because she is at home with sick kids??&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well B happened at the last show. If the show went bad I wouldn't of quit anyways. I would of just been sad. Kinda like after Hallloween. Though I wasnt sad for long after Halloween. I hit the studio and did a little PIZZA T STYLEZ firing and hiring. &lt;br /&gt;understand this....... This summer I did some mind searching and self observation. Lots of meeting new friends and hearing new sounds. Yesterday i listened to String Cheese 2010 at hornings hideout.... And in the first set you feel like WOW this is hillbilly shit, then they find themselves by the end of that set with Shantytown&gt;gypsy queen. This is when they sound like Super Cheese to me. &lt;br /&gt;So point being this...&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I am confused on?&lt;br /&gt;What I found= Maybe I judge and do not understand how other people think. Why is it that band I perceive as shitty have way more followers and fans than me?&lt;br /&gt;I think the root of it is inside my soul. Like I could of just judged the SCI and refuse to listen past a jam or two. Or maybe think about what?? What it is? What it is that makes the people so into them. To me Phish is like a rock star band that was very easy to see why. but stuff like Sublime and Nirvana had to dig a little. &lt;br /&gt;I realize i assume friends should support. That is not the case though. Some do and some don't. Some will do the opposite and get you kicked off labels, kinda like how Ben Parrish aka benny P aka Ben Compton got Gravy Train kicked off the label. Sometimes you gotta realize that you gotta not even think about the stuff like that. Is that good or evil or neither/ Probably in the courts it would be neither because its hard to prove someone true intentions. Maybe he truly thought Hunx and Gravy Train!!!! could never get better or make more fans? So drop em quick.... &lt;br /&gt;I would of never ever ever set out to get a friend or a band that I know has fans within my friends purposely kicked off a label. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to understand. I too want to be loved. So I gotta love, I gotta understand, I gotta take note of what i can feasibly do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now i am done with the traditional band. I like having a robot in the band, I like being goofy, I AM NOT ASHAMED. I know I can "bring it"!!! &lt;br /&gt;Its obvious that I am a weird one.&lt;br /&gt;So if the String Cheese is cheesy, and Insane Clown psse' is wiggity whack, ??? Then what can you learn from them because, they seam to have what you want. Maybe it is me that is korny and wiggity whack and I assume I am the choosen one that will save the planet with Rock n' Roll.... So there you have it, the end of the Spongebob movie.&lt;br /&gt;Whats cool is I know I am writing this and NO ONE READS it.... So I can be candid as fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think techno is brain dead music lets say. though I have heard techno music I love. Analyzing my last two sentences do you notice anything? Its ingnorance maybe? Its the battle a lot of us struggle all day everyday till the day we die. I would stray away from anything that sounded like something I preceived as something I wouldn't dare do because it is to not me for my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a song &lt;a href="http://www.zkamp.com/Free%20MP3s/JusWannaDance%20Pizza%20T%20Happy%20Mix%202.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many people love it, and say its the best thing I have ever made and they listen to it everyday. Yet the song when played for a close friend says its too commercial, or too not me. Mark Rogers and Dylan Chapman both know my music and both felt kinda negative about the song........ though I knew I was onto something because I believe they are thinking the way i always find myself thinking. I think its about being open minded. They are worried for me too. Regardless, both of them were at the last show and they loved it.... THEY LOVED THE SONG THEY QUESTIONED. They said they were kinda at odds with the song when they listened to it at home, but live it made since. THEY ALL LOVED IT LOVED IT. It was awesome and weird. Though i find myself falling into the same traps, though i am doing my best to avoid and keep on the path to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy bill said that the dude from ...uh I forgot&lt;br /&gt;Well Bill said his friend is better and more professional than me because he has been doing the music business for longer. Then i researched it and I actually am way older than his friend and have been doing it way longer.... maybe I just suck....? Or maybe I just need to learn from his friend. Even if his friend doesn't want to teach me. &lt;br /&gt;Do I love what I do? Yes. Have I ever made a good song people liked? YES almost every year&lt;br /&gt;Do you make stuff people hate.. YES YES YES LIKE ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lose money with music- YES &lt;br /&gt;Can you make money- YES, FINALLY- I finally made at Countdown to Love 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it, even if I suck, all the best suck too. Everyone that is loved is hated. Jesus is loved and hated. Bush Jr. is loved and Hated. Phish is loved and Hated. &lt;br /&gt;So I assume I gotta focus. Do like Pizza Today says and improve your business by analyzing what works and doesn't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4561964874929118806?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4561964874929118806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4561964874929118806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#4561964874929118806' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-5505523617553778049</id><published>2011-01-22T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:13:04.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. I get in trouble 4 stupid shit all the time. My wife is clever. So the Safey Thin Crust Carlic Chicken Pizza is great if you like raw onions. Too much 4me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-5505523617553778049?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5505523617553778049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5505523617553778049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5505523617553778049' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-6324151752769144010</id><published>2011-01-22T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:14:24.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1tPry4EW2Yw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend AE made this in a serious moment in time. It's so amazing. Love to the AMazing Alex Wilson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-6324151752769144010?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6324151752769144010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6324151752769144010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6324151752769144010' title='Running Water'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1tPry4EW2Yw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-9111230128109554062</id><published>2011-01-01T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:01:08.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ae36829cd529ae5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ae36829cd529ae5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330462240%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55BA72006E5A74B74937FC3741EDB25A6A7BC052.12754D9ADC3A44DD3DF1696A7EF85688EB8D17C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ae36829cd529ae5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLF9fBSbOQlVMyT_g5Fl7aDnKfc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ae36829cd529ae5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330462240%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55BA72006E5A74B74937FC3741EDB25A6A7BC052.12754D9ADC3A44DD3DF1696A7EF85688EB8D17C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ae36829cd529ae5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLF9fBSbOQlVMyT_g5Fl7aDnKfc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S Finally 2011. Will we all die soon? Answer- YES. My New Years resolution is to not get upset over the little things. Let the art take center stage in my life. Family always is backstage and center and audience. Goal- Keep a straight mind and work hard to make family proud. &lt;br /&gt;Since I can never remember what I did the year before I decided to document my awesome New Years of 2010 going into 2011. &lt;br /&gt;What I did was sit next to the bed while Shannon and Alaijah slept and I worked on my song Sustainuhdomez. At first I was getting depressed and sad because it was not going good, but I kept working because I know I gotta keep working and editing and eventually something will happen.... and it did. At 10 Alaijah was asleep while Shannon took a bath. I was working on the music and getting emo because it was sounding less than epic or good. And that kinda stress gives me anxiety which leads to Acid flashbacks and bad vibes. Alaijah woke up about 10:30 and I had to stop. Which was good because her smile made me happy and I always feel better when I can tend to others needs. Helped get out of my rut.  Then I realized I gotta take a different approach when I go to edit when she goes back to sleep. So Shannon got out the bath and the baby quickly went to sleep in my arms. I laid her down with Shannon while she watched hella funny tosh.o. I got back on the laptop and started to work. At midnight I had a BREAKTHROUGH. I was able to use the Skok show as samples for Sustainuhdomez in which it sounded amazing. it was like the best live show meets hard core modren studio work. Its literally AMAZING. So good. It was the best New Years present from the gods in all history. Which is great because this song is about surviving the future in whatever it brings. I didn't deserve the blessing as much as the song. AWESOME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-9111230128109554062?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/9111230128109554062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/9111230128109554062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#9111230128109554062' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-9135518727786533209</id><published>2010-12-26T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:59:16.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/TRfxBDnhxLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a1JOcVTy_TQ/s1600/The%2BBandgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/TRfxBDnhxLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a1JOcVTy_TQ/s400/The%2BBandgreen.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555173665838056626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Fuckin Cow Man. I really started this blog 6 years ago??? My god. I still am amazed that not even spammers will follow my blog. I thought by now at least one person would. But obviously not. And why should this even deserve a thought....?? I mean I could get way negative and let this blog solidify my loserness. Though besides me being an anal cunt over my self obsession to be heard.... I have NOTHING to be that pissed about. I mean I am one lucky duck even if I feel like god just took a juicy shit on me naked body. So I had to rant because I get so upset I do not know what to do.... I know what to do when I can calm down, but in the current moment of unbliss I can only make anti-thoughtful thoughts. Well at least everyone can see the real me...?? Or is that the real me? Not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am kinda not so upset now and I feel better now that I am pass x mas. I got so pissed I resorted to posting a hateful post on facebook. I really do hate those fuckers a KRS for being who they are. Which I should just move on and just not give it thought.... But since someone I met selling tapes dorm to dorm starting workling for them our friendship vanished... actually it just turned into a myspace, then facebook friendship. Which I hate facebook. Well I like it, but I hate it like i hated school. Its like I fucking dropped out and moved on. Why did I get excited to be friends with someone that last time I saw tried to punk me??? I mean really??? I was wasted drunk and only 14 or 15 and I was eyes closed, sitting down, about to puke, and all my guy friends kept giving me wedgies. So I told myself just swing at the next wedgie, which I did and I knicked a girl cheerleader on the chin. I also, took a nasty shit in her house right after that, because she knew like everyone there that I was wasted and that I did not go and knowingly punch a girl. I realized while pulling my underwear out of my ass that I knicked not one of my shitty guy friends but a cheerleader... I was super apologetic and was about to shit my pants and she let me stumble into her house to shit. It was nasty, one that I wish I could of stayed on the toilet longer for, but since her moms was coming home or came home or whatever did happen, I was rushed out... But then football jock comes and pushes me for punching a girl. He was real rude about it too. So why would I be friends with him online and fucking facebook? Why does this motherfucker even want to be friends with me??? I thought he thought I was the girl puncher...???&lt;br /&gt;So you see where Im getting at??? ITS PATHETIC!!! And I know it.... So what should I do.... even writing this makes me want to go delete a whole slew of fuckers like I did to all my God Fearing Republican relatives. And why am I typing this??? I think it is therapeutic. So this dude I met in college when I was selling TAPES... which are now WAY FUCKING COOL... oh fuck, maybe it was a cd and that why are relationship is fucked??? Or maybe its because some people hate Dead Heads and are very proud about it. Well mutherfuckers.. I did meet Kurt Cobain and I was dressed like a FUCKING HIPPY.... And he liked me... Maybe he wanted to fuck me... but that means he liked to fuck 14 year old boy dead heads which would explain why he put his penis in Courtney Love. To me this shit is hilarious for a moment, then very very sad...&lt;br /&gt;I wish for me what I wish for you.... Or do I? Am I just like what my design for survival is? So I just really get to a point where I realize that I am not friends with most people on facebook or PDX and I just gotta get over it and move on. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard because I care so much about these people and I wanted to grow old with these people, but they just only wanna grow old on facebook with me, ANOTHER ASSUMPTION, but all in all I gotta be mature and just do my thang.&lt;br /&gt;There loss right? I mean why tun down a friend? Whats with the cool kid contest. Maybe I am over it because God super blessed me with coolness at a young age considering how square my parents were. I hated the cool game, FUCK IT. I'd rather be friends with Denny Burpee and Crazy Coop ANYDAY over someone that would choose not to be your friend or deny your friendship when put in front of someone they deem cooler than you. Fuck that shit to hell in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did take down my super hateful facebook post and just moved on. It's funny because the football dude that pushed me was way supportive in my negativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my real shit I want to talk about is this&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCKING GOOGLE MOON HOAX&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit dude.... Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all ya'll&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go get on dat money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my friends Matt Friedly, Ian Clements, and my brother. Real G's People that do not turn there back on a homie. Not even for money... Maybe for there kids, but not for anything whack. Kids first.&lt;br /&gt;Also, How did Anne Frank get a ballpoint pen?&lt;br /&gt;Is this like asking "wheres Obama's Birth certificate?"&lt;br /&gt;Did genocide not happen recently in Africa? Did we not kill innocent children with drone attakcs. And how pussy is it to kill with a machine?&lt;br /&gt;Did we not drop a Nuke on Japan?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all ya'll smart fucks. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to dance, and Im gonna show you how!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-9135518727786533209?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/9135518727786533209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/9135518727786533209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#9135518727786533209' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/TRfxBDnhxLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a1JOcVTy_TQ/s72-c/The%2BBandgreen.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2044938488302704694</id><published>2010-12-03T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:35:25.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>King of the Kong gets an A for Mr. Awesome. To me Mr. Awesome is one of the funnest true Americans ever. He already killed Osama on Missle Command.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2044938488302704694?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2044938488302704694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2044938488302704694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#2044938488302704694' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-26793209367327839</id><published>2010-12-03T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:30:22.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s possible Adam&amp;#39;s Market downtown is the shittiet buisness in all of Olympia. I believe they hate Americans and America. Something is not right at that store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-26793209367327839?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/26793209367327839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/26793209367327839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#26793209367327839' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1484965971234852262</id><published>2010-11-26T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:39:09.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When ya just want a friend and that friend is positive you are evil and bad, not much you can do eh. Accusing can kill the years, assumung too. :-( oh well :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1484965971234852262?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1484965971234852262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1484965971234852262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1484965971234852262' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4239707950205575089</id><published>2010-11-18T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:09:59.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please use &lt;a href="http://zkamp.com"&gt;zkamp.com&lt;/a&gt; instead of google. Our search engine is just as good and why make google richer? &lt;a href="http://www.zkamp.com"&gt;www.zkamp.com&lt;/a&gt; is the best homepage for the new millenium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4239707950205575089?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4239707950205575089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4239707950205575089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4239707950205575089' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-8628515748385740693</id><published>2010-11-02T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:56:10.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is my question? Then move on. What to do? Gotta pawn something because people owe mizoney to a T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-8628515748385740693?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/8628515748385740693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/8628515748385740693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8628515748385740693' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4526712442075925566</id><published>2010-11-02T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:06:55.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Costume Contest Voting Ends at Midnight EST! That&amp;#39;s the news for Phish. That must got some cool photos! I&amp;#39;m gonna go check it out on Phish&amp;#39;s facebook. U can too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4526712442075925566?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4526712442075925566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4526712442075925566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4526712442075925566' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4996126193100588770</id><published>2010-10-30T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:39:21.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prosperity Grange show part barter tonight. Steamboat island road by golf corse ALL NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4996126193100588770?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4996126193100588770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4996126193100588770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4996126193100588770' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-6243024023919246141</id><published>2010-10-27T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:22:48.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Youtube Partnership is not fair. Not too honest either. They will only share there enormous profits if you have over 600 subscribers and learn on your own:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-6243024023919246141?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6243024023919246141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6243024023919246141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#6243024023919246141' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1178266271173350214</id><published>2010-10-18T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:52:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Z Kamp 2010/09/11 @ Squidstock in Shelton, WA</title><content type='html'>Proof I can play bass in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iVhUPiAynHI/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVhUPiAynHI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVhUPiAynHI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1178266271173350214?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1178266271173350214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1178266271173350214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#1178266271173350214' title='Z Kamp 2010/09/11 @ Squidstock in Shelton, WA'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-250113181853941404</id><published>2010-10-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:00:29.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Ceiling 2010/09/10 "Cowtown Roots" @ Squidstock - Shelton, WA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-pGSGlLAk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-pGSGlLAk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-250113181853941404?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/250113181853941404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/250113181853941404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#250113181853941404' title='High Ceiling 2010/09/10 &quot;Cowtown Roots&quot; @ Squidstock - Shelton, WA'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-5566420898740637985</id><published>2010-10-03T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:51:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I also ate pizza today at my brothers house. He made Macdawg French Bread cheese pizza with extra sauce he got from round table. Pretty good. And FREE! B 4 bomb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-5566420898740637985?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5566420898740637985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5566420898740637985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5566420898740637985' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-7425034712484180693</id><published>2010-10-03T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:10:51.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate Chuck E Cheeses yesterday. I was starving when I got there and ate over half a large pizza.  CEC really skimps on toppings, yet not bad. Diahria all nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7425034712484180693?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7425034712484180693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7425034712484180693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#7425034712484180693' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2891475546731938815</id><published>2010-10-01T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:16:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate at Old School Pizza downtown Olympia, WA last night. The cheese cazogne was delicious. Perfectly crisp with the perfect amount of twist crust. I give it A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2891475546731938815?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2891475546731938815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2891475546731938815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#2891475546731938815' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-6630986392248259295</id><published>2010-09-30T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:16:46.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s true that M Box 1 works with Vista 32 bit. But besides that Round Table Pizza still has the 10 dollars special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-6630986392248259295?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6630986392248259295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6630986392248259295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6630986392248259295' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2914283215276041565</id><published>2010-09-28T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:22:10.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate at Dave&amp;#39;s Pizza inThe Dalles OR. The owner used to own a Shakeys Pizza. Similarities were there and the logo was similar. All in all it was a great. B-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2914283215276041565?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2914283215276041565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2914283215276041565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2914283215276041565' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-6090047813723125725</id><published>2010-09-16T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:17:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to burger King today and got their new chibata breakfast sandwich. It was so gross. It ruined the first half of my day. It tasted like wet dead cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-6090047813723125725?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6090047813723125725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6090047813723125725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6090047813723125725' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2950112513329848684</id><published>2010-09-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:57:47.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of fustration comes either hard work or suicide. I choose hard work. I could never kill myself because I look foward to all the good drugs i get from the doctors when i'm fortunate enough to live to be 99 years old. Maybe 90? Who knows we could all die tomorrow. I get so mad sometimes. I get mad because I go to work and technology fucks me up for hours. I have to be wise. I was so mad I threw the wireless mouse I got from big lots. FUCKING BIG LOTS FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So life has moved on and I use this blog to rant and shit. So I was so mad I knew it was time to write a blog. AN LOW AND BEHOLD!!!!!! I saw a little phone sign next to my new post button. SO wow,,, after the hours of researching on google searches if me my phone could post to blogger, GOD DAMNIT. Fuck google to hell. So I guess I can do it from my phone, just no one I knows does it because everyone around me is still caveman like. Which is cool. Us west coast hippies are diff. At least us fuckers up in the NW for too long. So life is good though. The last few PTZKE shows were hot and people loved them. I'll Pack O that mutherfucker. Go to GLK. I gotta run. Look for more post because out of my fustration I found a new thing which I wouldn't of otherwise. I found out HOW TO blogger from my celly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2950112513329848684?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2950112513329848684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2950112513329848684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2950112513329848684' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-6191951377268514922</id><published>2010-03-21T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:24:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Finally 2010 for realz! THis is my blog. it is it. I finally felt guilty enough to write in my blog. i even wrote a quick pizza blog today. Well life has been good. All the work last year did and dint pay off from last year. But in all reality it paid off in an extreme way in the payment of knowledge. Have I been humbled at all reality? Am I still spoiled with Irish luck? Not sure, but I feel good about life. Life feels good about me too I believe. It's crazy what you can go through in life. I still wonder was up with the silliest of things. Like why has zero peopled subscribed to my blog? Why would anyone want to and why would I care? Not sure, but I think about that kinda stuff? I know Pizza AE checks on my blog here and there. So Billy died. i met Billy at Further Fest 2000. THe shirt for that tour with the Wizard was SICk dope. Billy was fun, yet didn't realize he was gay until KB found out when he visited him in LA and he had a boyfriend that he smoked crack with all day. Supposedly Billy molested his boyfriend when he was not of age. The story got weird, but Billy was kinda weird. So how did Billy die? I dunno? All I know is that when Z kamp tour was going on in 2009 summer I got a call form Billy's sister which I never met or talked to before. I do believe Billy showed me a picture back in the day. She said, "who is this and how did you know Billy"? I said I knew him from the Dead show, NO PUN INTENDED. She sia he killed himself. NOw when someone kills themself it usually means they did suicide. But with Billy itt could mean he drove off a cliff on accident, had a drug overdose, hung himself which would be suicide, killed himself form over working himself, died of aids..... just dunno, she was quick a brief.  I am still friends with Billy online like on dead.net and myspace. I got a few dead homies on myspace now, like Dead Dave. He actually did shoot himself. This is some footage of Russell aka Ryan Friez.... He told Dave to shoot himself. Ryan Friexz said Dave kept bitching about killing himself so he told him he didnt have the balls to do it. Then dude did it and didn't die then Ryan Friez told him he was a complete failure and he couldn't even kill himself. Then dude did it with a shot gun. Too abd, kinda a lame bummer story. But here is some recent footage of Ryan Friez aka Russell. He is the guy that says "I LOVE LSD" He is kinda like my cousin Manny in which he is fun to kick it with but always ends up crackin out. He is a true HIPPY THUG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/videos/player/32406408"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is coolio. The band Z Kamp is still going good. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/S6cMWIliQ4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GdHeas_5HsY/s1600-h/DSC_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/S6cMWIliQ4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GdHeas_5HsY/s400/DSC_5640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451339448356848514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a new drummer named Drew and another Bassist named Bill. I know neithers last name. i know I don't hate them though. They are nice. We will see if they can handle me. So far they seem game. I hate to be a nag but I really just want to make the music they way I wanna make it. They seem to think thats fun, so it's not as rushed anymore for some reason too. It's like I don't care to kiss ass of band mates and am not in a rush to be annoying about advertising and spamming the band. I am gonna make the art and put as much time into it that needs to be, if its a little but its right then it gets released, and if it needs work then work it shall get until it's ready for release. No rush, lets make it and when its made let's release it the best we can with the best live performance renditions of that material that we can reproduce. With music videos in all to go along too. NOt that fucking complicated if ya ask me. I like tours to compliment an album or a team. It's not like we have to tour 24 7. . . But enough to create new life experience friendships, work relationships, to see if you can travel with someone, to meet new people, to go to new place, to put stickers where no sticker has gone before..... Then get back to homebase and do some events. I like facebook for events. Our last 2 big events, HALLOWEEN and COUNTDOWN 2 went very well. Very well atteneded I'd day for Olympia. Man- they was both packed. I got to rock with High Ceiling at the Countdown 2. And Hallloween I gotta play with Billy from the first High Celing album and Trail. It was  AWESOME. Life is good. AND THE BESDT PART IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEW BABY GIRL NAMED ALAIJAH FAY MCKAUGHAN. She is named after my Grandma that recently passed awasy. Alaijah is so so socute. i love her so so so much. She loves me too, she sleeps so well and gives me so many smiles. I sneak her tastes of oce cream and we are homies. Treypac loves her too. Treypac is getting so big and he is a great kid. we recorded a Micheal Jackson song. It will be released soon. I gotta run. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-6191951377268514922?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6191951377268514922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6191951377268514922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6191951377268514922' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/S6cMWIliQ4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/GdHeas_5HsY/s72-c/DSC_5640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-3315025341154872682</id><published>2010-01-19T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:45:42.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clubflyers.com made me upset today. I thought it took 3 days for them to get here from ordering. Damn, hell no. More 2 weeks in shit. god damn. Forever... I would of never placed that order the way I did if I would of known. I would of payed for faster shipping.... Gues you gotta learn the hard way sometimes. Looks like I am using uprinting.com next time to see if they are any quicker. They claim to be. Maybe they eill get here quicker by some act of god. But they sure are taking there time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-3315025341154872682?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3315025341154872682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3315025341154872682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3315025341154872682' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-3799707847149102218</id><published>2009-06-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:51:09.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am going on tour soon. I sure wish Pizza AE was along for the ride. I miss MJ already. I got a blackberry just like Obama and Cloney. I guess so therefore i guess. So it's my baby sisters B Day and I talked to her for a while. Someone paid us 20 dollars for a live recording of our performance they saw at Moondogs Too. So I am editing that for him. MTM set that up. MTM aka Micheal Tyson Mercker is a good sales man. Tour is coming up and I will write more soon. I plan on having this tour be an online reality show on www.blogtv.com&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED DUDES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-3799707847149102218?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3799707847149102218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3799707847149102218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3799707847149102218' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1447555998012416973</id><published>2009-05-26T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:25:40.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Art I made. &quot;Pizza T&quot; circa 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I made this as the back of The show we did with David Gans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/ShwxBu2_-DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/chF94yNfehY/s1600-h/David+Gans+BACK+SIDE+Final+JPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/ShwxBu2_-DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/chF94yNfehY/s400/David+Gans+BACK+SIDE+Final+JPEG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197163982911538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is my blog and my opinions. I think Gans likes Z Kamp. He told me he does. I see other bads that are so tight and together and fancy. Where do we fit in. I feel like we get there too, but its all in the search in the moment. I worked out those moments, but having them form on there own is part of the art I dedicate my life to. Kinda like how G.G. Allin dedicated his art to punk and violence within his art. It's a theme I shall die with... I will die with the theme of LSD musical influenced&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/ShwxBRjQxcI/AAAAAAAAADI/Dqd7w50mDNw/s1600-h/Z+KAmp+logo+2009+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/ShwxBRjQxcI/AAAAAAAAADI/Dqd7w50mDNw/s400/Z+KAmp+logo+2009+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197156115498434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; art and the art of not being serious, and being ridiculous... Is there a connection? We shall look until the day I die. Maybe you will continue the search. I love my blog and my new life, which is similar to my old life. I just went to the Gorge and had a great time with my family. we saw the ead play and my brother Justin and I kicked it and bought the same shirts. it was like we were 3 again and we wanted to wear the same clothes and really enjoyed our simularities as brothers instead of looking for our differences int his game of life and figuring out who you are as an individual.  I am excited to go on tour again. This will be my 8th and half tour with a band. My 4th Z Kamp tour... I am so blessed to be alive. Even if our species is destroying the planet at a great rate, I still love us and know the planet has its own destiny and change with or without us..... planets and stuff is older than older gets... Its infinit.... eternity.... Thats why this THE NOW, moments.... is so weird and hard to explain. How to explain something thats unexplainable. Time is only relavant to our cycle around our sun. Many sons and cycles exsist in an infinit matter. Lets say everything has to do with the tars alligning and thats why some people get famous and some people get fucked in prison by bubba and then get aids. I am harsh soetimes... I do not belileve in Karma spiritually, i velieve in it scientificly. Nothing is perfect and everything is perfect and everything is everything and all is all and we all are connected throught infinity. There is no wall because a wall would have to be made of material which in its self is something that goes on and can be built into.  I belive in Sustainuhdomez. I belive together we can survive even if the planet gets unihabitable for humans, because I belive it could be unihabitable by itself, but with our technology we can survive and live anywhere. ibelilve we will start underground. we need to filter clean air, harvest enery with solar panels that can survive on the surface. We must be catious of the pirates that will try to enter and take and destroy us. We are peace, and peace gets delt with by destruction, so we have to become Warriorz of Light. Join me, drop your fam, drop your lot, join me. Love ya&lt;br /&gt;Pizza T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1447555998012416973?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1447555998012416973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1447555998012416973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1447555998012416973' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/ShwxBu2_-DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/chF94yNfehY/s72-c/David+Gans+BACK+SIDE+Final+JPEG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-7611663219330892559</id><published>2009-04-27T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:40:45.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OME!!!!!!! that means OMG in Pizza T language. So I am at Subway right now listening to 1988 Phish in Colorado. Z Kamp is playing Telluride this summer I believe, but we sound very very little like this Phish.... Besides my bleeding obsession. So Subway I thought would be the place to always blog... At first I did a little, and myspacing and feacbook reverbantion... you might know the drill. But.. woops, just got a call. So after the first month of working here it got misserable. I get phreaked and cant do anything but be a stress case. I only work 16hours a week here and for a couople months it felt like I was working here 55 hours a week without a break. but now its back to normal in my mind to a decent extent. maybe its the kind indoor Organik futuristik nugget I just puffed. but I noticed something the other day about how my blog sucks... and hoe I kinda suck too... but it was just a theory to be thought out... theroputik dawg! So now you might want to know what I noticed about myself and my blog right? Well let me tell you then... mm mm hmm.... clear my virtual throat here..&lt;br /&gt;"Looking back at my years of blogginh... I post mainly around tramadik events. Some of these times you can see I post way more in a month than in another...and some posts were even tooken down for being too intence and hateful" "And that might mean i only blog when I was at war with some sort of intity... For example, when I got my panties in a bunchez when Srah Larson started dating George Clooney" "OR when I got in a war with all of Kill rock Stars including kurt Cobain's real X love...and Im not talking Courtney love Im talking ... geez whats her name again. bnny p would know... She was in Bikini Kill and dated joey Casio I believe."&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted my blog to be its own intety and not just an outlet for when Im all intece about something. &lt;br /&gt;but I got to thinking/... ?? Should I be down on myself about my blogging times? Should I feel like an idiot knowing that everyone can see my blogging dates and how pathetik they can be in my perception? &lt;br /&gt;And I thought and thought and thought... and even thought about writing this blog. I was planning this last month. I FEEL GREAT TODAY. I never made BFF with Perez hilton, George Clooney, Obama, Slom Moon, 3G Festival, Donna Jean..... But who cares? I made friends with myself and my real friends. I call them PHRIENDZ...&lt;br /&gt;4 Phriendz. I am so happy they are letting me listen to Phish inside this Subway thats inside this Gas Station. And I am so happy Z Kamp got the Terrapin Station gig in Boise Idaho on Jerry's B day.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked that Kyle aka Pizza Zzzz did not work out in time for this tour. we are still playing together in the Pizza Pocketz... and I kinda feel like this... PHIL... JK&lt;br /&gt;i feel like he chooses his path. I choose mine. I was not suicidal, but depressed and stressed to a skitzokphranik state of mind at the point of Halloween 2008. I got really sick and had a gig with Z Kamp coming up and an important practice. but I thought I could see the devil so obvious as an angel of light try8ing to get my to fold... And they did not know they were the devls working agent, but I could see it and I scolded it and I shoked the heavens and this little goodie tooshoe X Christian ballz dropped to the ground, and now the Helping Phriendly book is playing in the background/... HE WAS GREAT AND KNOWLEDGABLE ... the one who knows, the one and only... who is the one and only, life is twisted inot everything.. I couldnt of wrote this with the smae passion as I play the gutars with my mind and fingers everyday.. OK Icculus... Kid iccuslus.. blha blah... moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kyle could be back and couldnt... that wasnt the point. Are points even possible? Maybe... But i could feel the demonz pulling everything. Z Kamp is not meant to be, it just is. Its just there and thats because my soul has a mission. But thats not the point either. I have a song. its my song. I didnt write it, but I did  write it, but I didnt create me and I did create me. Its like its there and your there and then what? Its the Happy song.. and its my secret... the Scarey song will breathe its way into the Kamp... it is already getting cpr and not from a cpa. Bad inside joke. 5 bucks to anyone that can unravel the meaning of that inside joke. So i feel the demons and thats not trying to be funny, I feel them and see them and am them and am not them... Its crazy and skitzo. but I have a skit. i have a have and I have a need. I need yoy like I need everone. NO JOKE. Z Kamp did it with AE and willagain if the heavens allow it.. Same with Pizza Zzzz.. Same with Russel... Russel realized quick the seriousness of what happened after A Kamp.... Its real, like it or now. I know you foolio haters... I see you with goggles. I can write, I just choose not too,. It wasnt the time... It builds up. I fuckinf am phucking proud of myself and proud of you for reading this this far. GOOD JOB CHAPPY!!!! I felt like I needed something.. but its not about me, even if I somehow call the shots, its still.... You know. Im not the gun, im the guy with the gun. Kinda liikke Axel rose. I love Chinese Democracy. I do not know how I would still be where am at today without GnR Chinese Democracy. It saved my family. Thank you Axel.... I velive. Alwayz have and alwayz will my brother. I feel like I know you. I feel like you are cool like Phil Lesh. I love Axels passion. I love the funny beef stories with Kurt Cobain and Axel... but look whats up. Life is short and even when your famous... when your gone your gone, so the longer you can be here rocking out... ther better. And thats Why I believe timothy Leary frooze his head. Im gonna do that too if I can afford it. I need a stud man body next time, some chics dig my package, but I would hook up the Rocko Sufreddy packag3e next time. &lt;br /&gt;So if somehow kyle ends up back in the Kamp, then he does! and great... MTM is back and same with Macdawg... It's all good. but this plaent is so small, and so big, its all how you perciece and want to look at it. youth is in all, even the Dead... ha ha  get it/// Love you all and I love you Z Kamp, thank You for entering my life the way you did. I do not regret it and I love it and hope and strive and work for you Z Kamp. it is written without ever really being written. Kinda like the Phriendly helping book. I know what I am up too right now and I am on it. I have moved on and I hope you all move on too. Vote The Z Kamp Express at www.jambands.com/jambands250 unless this is 10 years later or some shit and we are no lnoger on that poll/// But check anyways and ask to put us back on! jk but not really&lt;br /&gt;Pizza T with Love&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Sherlia Azziz " Don't be affraid of the craziest" It was meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7611663219330892559?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7611663219330892559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7611663219330892559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7611663219330892559' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1423786544734461903</id><published>2009-04-01T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:58:09.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I keep getting drama from the Eagles Show that got shut down. i kinda moved on then I keep getting reminded that this place called the Eagles Club exists and they treated me like shit. I walked away from the even very hurt and felt like they stole my High School graduation from me. I felt like this show in the Eagles basement with David Gans and Z Kamp was my graduation from jamband high school into jamband community college. "But it more or less felt like a got my diploma or ged but was not allowed to walk with my class. But I am over it. I know John Kiersting had a job there and is now suspended from the place for 6 months. I hope he can see that as a 6 month period to figure out where we all as a hippy community find a spot for bands like Heliotroupe and Z Kamp can play. Olympia needs an all ages venue... more than one. Are blogs cool. I tell you what.. Thisis a random ass post. i am with KB Smooth and Treypac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1423786544734461903?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1423786544734461903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1423786544734461903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1423786544734461903' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-3408071275015182212</id><published>2009-03-31T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:41:46.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KB Smooth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-3408071275015182212?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3408071275015182212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/3408071275015182212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3408071275015182212' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-5579282474423309622</id><published>2009-02-27T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:32:14.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIzza T Mailing List</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/30/fancollector.swf?page_object_id=label_16725&amp;backgroundcolor=EEEEEE&amp;font_color=000000&amp;posted_by=label_16725" height="180" width="180"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./l4/30/16725/Label/16725/Label/link"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pizza%20T%20Recordz" border="0" height="12" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/content/30/footer.png" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/30/label_16725/label_16725/t.gif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNTc2Mjk*NTA3NyZwdD*xMjM1NzYzMTIyMzczJnA9MjcwODEmZD1mYW5fY29sbGVjdG9yX2ZpcnN*X2dlbiZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89NmQ5Mzg2Zjk3ODk1NGFjNWEwNGE1YzY5OWZiYzUyNDI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-5579282474423309622?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5579282474423309622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5579282474423309622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5579282474423309622' title='PIzza T Mailing List'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1433656902669093409</id><published>2009-02-24T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:11:08.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So is been a while. I have to get into the swing of things. Prioritize is a word that has lawsys bounced back and forth in my skull. Life is like that... you hear somthing frorm someone that could be a genius or an idiot yet says something that just sticks in your mind. My buddy Mark Horner from Kent, WA always, "You gotta PRIORITIZE" or "Prioritization is key"... I try to prioritize everything, and then I forget or do not take into the account to prioritize my blog. Sorry everyone in blogger world thats been waiting for more Pizza T blogger goodness.&lt;br /&gt;So I prioritize thing that need prioritization within them. I need to prioritize my family and my work over other things, like writing a silly self indulgent blog. So off I go without justifying something almost not worth justifying..&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma Fay Elizabeth Boren Mckaughan passed away last week and the funeral was Monday Feb 24th. 2009. I spoke at her funeral along with Kenneth the preacher boy of a preacher boy, my dad Don Wayne Mckaughan and brother Justin Don Mckaughan. I never realized how weir my dad's name is until now. It just seems odd right at this second. Don... I guess its not that uncommon or weird. There is Dawn for girls and Donald or Don for boys. I am not sure if I ever knew any one else named Don besides Don Hooker my uncle and his son which I always called Donny. I knew girls named Dawn. They dressed my dad up as a girl when he was a baby. I think my grandma got a kick out of dressing her little special baby boy up as a girl. Has anyone ever heard of the name Panzy? My Grandma had a friend named Panzy.&lt;br /&gt;She was at the funeral. The funeral was so awesome... and that might sound weird because funerals are sad and someone you loved is dead. But a sad funeral is a funeral in which no one goes, or no one can go because that someone is missing. Or a fight at a funeral... Lots of bad stuff could happen at a funeral, the only thing I can think of that went wrong was someone out of the huge crowd cell phone went off. I will never forget that dang tone. but I thought it was funny and real fitting for this amazing woman. She lived to see the first black president, Phish's Reunion, in which she had a Phish magnet on her fridge since 95 Phish tour, she saw women rights to vote, all sorts of stuff, Pearl Harbor and 9-11. She also seen lots of Wheel of Fortune. I always loved going to her house, and that's why I went there. If I didn't like the place I would never go. I especially wouldn't go if I didn't like the person.... and I loved Grandma.... She was the best ever... She loved her dog and all her kids so so so much. I was always a little jealous that I wasn't her kid. I think she would of been an awesome mom, besides having to go to church all the time... I just liked her and her personality. I know I am kinda weird and I am a lot differen't than my Grandma Fay but also a lot alike. People being differen't is good in my opinion. I am a weird hippy dude... but as I got to know her throughout the years I got to know the perfect simple yet complex person ever. She took care of herself for 93 years. I'm sure when she was staying at Canova's at her last days she was still doing something... but I hope she got to just chill at the end.... Seemed as if she did. I heard she kindly passed away in a recliner. She and her husband of many years loved chillin in there recliners. I think she was way religious due to the times and who she was with as a husband. I come from a preacher family... two preacher families combined and I also come from a divorced family and I have seen the evil inside out and outside in ind flipped from one way to another just in the observation of my parents and what how they would say and raise us to think one way and how they couldn't keep up to that standard they drilled into our minds. BUt thats the path that happens and not everyone finds love that works. Grandma sure did and I can only believe I do now. Believing, having confidence, and ard work is my "words of wisdom" I male a plan, I keep it real and say what I think, and I am on a war path to do what I believe and I believe I can only achieve it through the art of music. And its a little more complex. I will hopefully find time to blog about this all later, especially since I have a one track mind and the path will stay.... until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big shout out to anyone that is trying to do good.... If its helping an old lady have a friend, or if it's going to other countries to see where help is needed.... Good work and keep it up. If you can find a way to make yourself useful... DO IT. If your famous and you can moderate between world leaders, thank you, if your a big guy and you can help a little guy from getting picked on, then THANK YOU! Keep up the love and good work. Remember that love spreads too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1433656902669093409?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1433656902669093409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1433656902669093409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1433656902669093409' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4422350454640047307</id><published>2008-10-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:45:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its been a while again since I blogged. I find myself busy and overwhelmed with stuff I believe is important. Then I realize that it might not be, or that I am a complete lunatic. It sucks being the dude trying to come up. I'm sick of it. It sucks that musicians cannot make a decent wage just for working hard. Its like you gotta be famous or play covers to make money. People love food. People would rather spend 10 dollars on some shitty festival food and then 5 dollars on a ganja treat rather than buying a cd for 5 dollars, or even 2 dollars. Lots do buy thanks to the outragously cheap prices I ask. And it does feel good to make someone happy with the art one makes. Though I listen to our live stuff, and I hear potential.... But I listen to older live stuff with Crazy Coop and some of that sounds perfect. I really wish Pizza Zzz could play better. He always fucks up chords. He is 21 and it shows. I do not know If I should kick him out or let him stay.... Mike Merker is down with the band and wants to go into business with me with Z Kamp. He is smart and I trust him. Music can be simple. It can be complicated too. But when ones' skill level is very high, then its seams simple to play complicated. And when I got these songs that he can not get the chords right, and constantly fucks up the songs and turns up louder than anyone and sings out of key and is gonna be moving ina year... I just don't get it at all. It stresses me out. He can not play quick riffs. He messes up chords all the time, and it brings my confidence and live playing level down extremely. So I will talk to Mike about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise. I am disappointed in how I reacted to the media last year. I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall and it reminded me of the situation last year. I want to walk in the path of light and good. I do not deserve shit from people just because I dated someone. So I think I learned something, but I still seem to always forget. But I feel like my story and how I ended up with Shannon and Treypac is even funnier and more in depth. i almost did like Joe the Plumber and sold a book deal. But Clooney realized something too. As i sit in my 220 dollar Calvin Clien jeans tha I bought at Ross's Dress for Less for 5 dollars... i wonder... what to do? What is the right path?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4422350454640047307?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4422350454640047307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4422350454640047307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4422350454640047307' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4392624287806655406</id><published>2008-10-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:42:05.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its been a while again since I blogged. I find myself busy and overwhelmed with stuff I believe is important. Then I realize that it might not be, or that I am a complete lunatic. It sucks being the dude trying to come up. I'm sick of it. It sucks that musicians cannot make a decent wage just for working hard. Its like you gotta be famous or play covers to make money. People love food. People would rather spend 10 dollars on some shitty festival food and then 5 dollars on a ganja treat rather than buying a cd for 5 dollars, or even 2 dollars. Lots do buy thanks to the outragously cheap prices I ask. And it does feel good to make someone happy with the art one makes. Though I listen to our live stuff, and I hear potential.... But I listen to older live stuff with Crazy Coop and some of that sounds perfect. I really wish Pizza Zzz could play better. He always fucks up chords. He is 21 and it shows. I do not know If I should kick him out or let him stay.... Mike Merker is down with the band and wants to go into business with me with Z Kamp. He is smart and I trust him. Music can be simple. It can be complicated too. But when ones' skill level is very high, then its seams simple to play complicated. And when I got these songs that he can not get the chords right, and constantly fucks up the songs and turns up louder than anyone and sings out of key and is gonna be moving ina year... I just don't get it at all. It stresses me out. He can not play quick riffs. He messes up chords all the time, and it brings my confidence and live playing level down extremely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4392624287806655406?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4392624287806655406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4392624287806655406'/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2923499268642672141</id><published>2008-06-26T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:58:12.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It turns out I'm an idiot and that Alpaca never was trying to dis me, but actually have just been busy. I jumped the gun and assumed things were ways in which they were not. Last year a made a commitment to not ever touch the booking stuff in the band. Its because I get all emo. I'm in a jam band, not an emo band. And I can't believe I got to a point in which I became so negative. I hope in my next blog I can talk about how everything is going great and I learned from my experience. I'm at my radio show right now. My brother is coming over to let me use the KORG. I SHALL STAY FAR FROM THE NET IN TERMS OF GETTING EMOTIONAL OVER CONSPIRACIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2923499268642672141?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2923499268642672141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2923499268642672141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2923499268642672141' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-5364614751132324822</id><published>2008-06-25T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:52:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a hard post for even myself to read. this is a disclaimer. I wrote thispost when I felt on the bottom. Like shit. So much evil was in my heart.n It makes me sad when I get this way. I learned though from this. I see how my brain over reacts and I turn into a very negative person. If you think you know what people are thinking, then you are already entering a realm of thinking you know something when you really do not. I started seeing the negative in myself and in others. i became a full on hater. Talking way shit. I could excuse it by saying I was emotional, but I am just flat out sorry. I apologize. I really freaked myself on this one. Can I make myself a better person? Can I not be what I hate the most? i hope so. I really do love, so why is it that I can start to be the ultimate hater? Why do I let myself go there? Its like I could not control myself from hating. i used hate to make myself feel better about myself. It was wrong and evil. I do not want to be evil. I must not even get evil when someone does do something hurtful to me, in which no one did anything of the sort in this incident that got me so out of control. i'm happy I have this blog so I can look back an analyze myelf when im in a differen't state of mind. I am done booking.... It makes me crazy.... Really does. makes me turn into dr. evil. Dr. I can't think positive.&lt;br /&gt;In the music world and in general, YOU GOTTA BE ABLE TO TAKE A HIT, you can not cry and throw a tantrum like a little kid. Very uncool and unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since my last blog. Maybe more than a few. But things are getting better, I think at least maybe. Sometimes people can hurt your feelings, and instead of getting bad karma points, they seem to get more cool guy points. But if some want to have a heart of evil, then I am glad to be uncool and have a heart of pure good. I do not wanna blow the planet up by using the faults as points to nuke. I swear, its hard being so weird sometimes. I'm like the weirdest person ever it seems like. Not weird weird, but weird to a point in which some might be surprised that I have been what I do. I am skinny, funny, sometimes shy, sometimes extroverted. I've never been a lot kid, I have been a lot analyst. I was at the Dead shows when I was 15. Some have been there earlier, some have never gone. I met Kurt Cobain, I dated semi celebrities, I've toured, I've made some cool music, I have a beautiful wife/fiancee' and the coolest kid on the planet.... So why do I get so down on myself? Recently I had some younger cool lot kid hippies, ones that look like real life ghetto lot kids, invite me to play there house, and to set up a show with one of their friends bands. Then I try to set up the show.... I feel like I wasted my time and lowered my self esteem by trying to put this show together. I emailed the band and they never wrote me back, and you can see that someone has read the message I sent them. So why would they not write back? Obviously its because they do not want to play with us? But why? Is it because they do not like our music? Are we not cool enough? Do we not get enough people to our shows? And why is it that these kids that are friends with the band not tell me straight up? Probably because they do not want to hurt my feelings. So I get all upset over nothing. So now my evil side comes out. I just wanted to create unity and spread everyones music and put on an awesome show.  WTF? Maybe they hate all my whiny messages, maybe one dude slept with someone in our band and has hard feelings? I do not know because they do not talk.  I will be hurt for no reason, and now I just gotta believe in myself and keep up the hard work of making original music. I gotta love my friends. And they want to play with High Ceiling? WTF? Why not play with them and us? I would never deny a band to play with us, especially one in a similar genre. And if I was to deny a band, I would let them know why. I would never just ignore someone. Unless they are being an asshole.  Or are they just waiting to get back to me when they figure everything out? And why is it I do not think so.... I love High Ceiling.... There show at the Virtual Meadow was a good turn out. Yet, It's bad decisions that get you destroyed. Just make the art and fuck the fuckheads that think they know what they are doing especially if Im the fuck head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-5364614751132324822?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5364614751132324822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5364614751132324822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5364614751132324822' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-1736370008042505967</id><published>2008-06-05T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:01:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know there is some things I wanted to retouch on from the last blog, but I shall save that for later. So its crazy how things work, and how more people means more famous people?? Possibly so. Whaever happened to the days that only local legends were in the monds of the locals. Now we have technology and we know more exsists out of our own tribes. Shit, tribes almost do not exsist in the same way they used to. I live next to 4 houses and I really never ever kic it with any of them. I am qurious about all the hate I've seen lately. I feel for Sarah Larson in a way.. I mean, I saw it coming, but didn't. I knew that she might oo be in a similar situation I am in, in which she was Clooney's girlfriend, and had access to his kitchen, money, games, cars, lifestyle... But all that could be gone in a second. Was she just kicked out of dudes house? Then I see a statement from her friend, which I never seen or heard of before, and the friend tells E Channel that it was a shoke to her and now she just is hard at work. Hard at work with what? Modeling gigs she got because she dated Clooney. It must be weird to show up to something like a super pimp photo shoot and then everyone at the shoot is like, "hows Clooney" and she is like, uh, we broke up. What if that would of happened before the 100 most beautiful people photoshoot for People Magazine? Would she still got the gig? So now she's gotta figure out how to work this one for herself. HOpe she doesn't talk to News of The World. Now she can know how it feels to be in a similar situation as I. I still hope for the best, and unlike Chris Altenburg, I am not a hater that uses words to try to be supreme. I sent him an email and dude is still talking about Leslie. I tried being nice to the dude, but within 3 emails with Chris, aka Genius, he was already talking shit about people we know. I just heard from some weirdo on the net that you can screw people over to get to the top. Well, to me that is a way non conscience way to look at things. Very human. To me, we are just human, and just as relevant as the air we breathe, as the food we eat, as the things we see..... Who cares if you make it or not, and what is making it? Its all opinion, and happiness is achieved without fame and fortune. I think that you can get to a very comfortable point in any career and stay loyal and non shadey the whole way. I really have wrote some long complicated songs, and I believe that if I try and stay true and honest with my fellow musicians and fans, that all these complicated songs will be accomplished and finally performed to an audience. I think that if I stay untrue and become shadey that the songs might never come true, never be performed. I might seem shadey to some, but inside I know I stand true, and therefore I am here another day to do a band practice and get one step closer to playing Masonik 1-7. A-Kamp played Masonik 2 live, and Z Kamp played Masonik 1. Why could these not of happened in the past? I'm not sure. Will they happen in the future? Not sure. But one thing I do know is this; if i do meth, smoke crack, cheat on my wife, ignore my kid, lie to band mates, skip practice, do not follow through on shows, argue with others, pick on others, think I am better than others, complain too much, smoke too much herbs, tell lies, steal etc... oh yeah, not be myself.... then the band will fall apart, my life will fall apart. So Flowmotion gots Blake Lewis playing Meltdown. I knew I sw Lewis at Meltdown a few years ago, but was not sure if it was him, but know I know it was. I met Blake in 2003. He was good, he did like some weird beat box thing and was selling his CD at the show. But this will not make Flowmotion big, this will be extra stories in their history as a band. Just like Sarah will not make me famous, just add to my story. What we all love about music varies from person to person. What I noticed is that the more you try(making art) the more stuff(art) happens, and then the more you try(to get famous) the less art is being made, unless you make an art form out of trying to get famous. But my point is this, sometimes things just happen and there is nothing anyone can do about it. And lets say my whacky buns gets big somehow, will I remember who was nice and not nice? Who lied and did not lie? Will it matter at ll what I think even if I believe I am famous? No, not at all.Things just kinda happen, and who knows,.... thats a quote from Donald Rumsfeld. All I know is this, I wanted to make a band work and be grand like my favorite bands. This was a mission from my first show in 1993 at the Mira Loma Sophomore Flower APrty with the Latex Babies. Then you see yourself getting older and things not taking form like you knew they would. But then an artist comes to a point where they ask themself.... "I am not making money, I am not famous, and its very cometitive, what should I do??? Then you get a girl pregnant, then you get on hard drugs, then you lose your day job.... What should you do? Well its not all that bad. I am lucky to have met Shannon. BUt back to my random point, I had to ask myself what is up, what I want to do, what am a trying to do, what is my idea? Who am I? Is this in vain? The answer I came up with was complex. I am a human, I lay music,its all I really know. I've made money here in there, but nothing to pay rent... It even got really complicated when my wife aka fiancee asked ouselves this last month... I am HUMAN, I am a flower, I have the power. It's what I do, its no joke, and it might be in vain, but if that who I am then I need to improve and focus and do it correct. Figure it out, find musicians and keep trying. I play music, its wahat I do, I do not know anything else, so I better make it work, but balance it without the grandure of making it big. First try making it small. Fisrt analyse where your at, look into the buisness aspect, because once its making money it can go longer... Well I guess it can go forever even without money, for example, I could play guitar on the streets with the homeless forever until I die and they could be my fans and I could be my own fan and that that. Or I can see if I too can get the music done how I hear it in my head. Do not beat yourself up. Every human falls and can get back up. Do not get discourages, even when your random thoughts seem to be the most discouraging.lol But I figure that If I pulled it together, analyze and make a plan and remeber I am myself and no one else and my story will never be Phish's story, it will never be NWA's story, it will never be Obama's story, it will be the Pizza T story and to let it be. Try hard, but do not fool yourself. Keep up the hard work and finding people that I can tell honestly, " I wanna tour all next summer, I wanna play all 17 minutes of Terrapin Station, I wanna play Masonik Jam 3, I wanna wanna wanna, AREYOU WITH ME TEAM? And then they answer yea or na.... Then you work from there, you might need to fire and hire, but thats my story. Its weird, its differen't its me! And I love me, I love U2, and you too. Do not be mad for you are not where you think you deserve to be, remember that little kids in Iraq are innocently killed by Americans just so we can have War bases all around Iran. How about putting yourself in the shoes of a five year old girl that has about half a second before a peice of metal rips her face off and dies a dies a slow death that takes about half an hour. What about her? What about that? We have it good. I could die now and I believe I was spoiled rotten. THAK YOU WHAEVER IT IS OUT THERE. I am in love with what you givin me and it hurts that someday I will die, but thats apart of life. And I am thakful that I am breathing as we speak, I am thknful that I even got the chance to rock out for a crowd in my life. Thats what I love. I love the audience connection with the performance. So just let things happen naturally with the combination of hard work and creativety, alongslide a little bit of copying. hats what school is, RE LEARNING what someone had to discover on their own. Can we too discover something to? You might.... My plan now is to keep trying. Its only right to do what you love, as long as you do not get made at the ones that love you for you not getting where you think you should be, because if you think you should be somewhere, then most likely you hould be standing side by side with the little girl in Iraq being killed for oil and power. No one deserves soemthing, we earn something, and even then it can be taken without any notice. Live every breathe with thanks. I too get caught up in the game, but you gotta not be made at yourself for getting caught, just recatch yourself while your fallin and get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-1736370008042505967?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1736370008042505967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/1736370008042505967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1736370008042505967' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-7519390543034500495</id><published>2008-05-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:49:17.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is awesome. I am so excited to finally feel a little more unhazey. Its been a long weird year, and I am now ready to wrote a more positive blog here. I know lots has happened in the last year with anything from the band, to having a kid from being in tabloids, its been a rocky weird road. I have experienced things I thought I would never experience. I am stoked. Its like when you finally are like, wtf, "I quit" but not like you really quit, you just decide to quit worrying about if its gonna work, but instead decide your gonna keep trying but not care, and thats because you really do care and you know that worrying about it will kill the thing you love the most, and all you can really do is try your hardest and believe in yourself. And I was so stressed that I stressed myself into a comma one day. I really did. I couldnt even walk through the house. I will not lie, I really want to make music, and thats for reals, I really do  not care about fame and fortune. I am more of the type of guy that worries about getting enough resources and means to build an underground village. But I worry about the band a lot. People that know me well or that have dated me know that I am mad crazy passionate for making music. It is who I am and it is what I do. Fuck the idiots on the net. The net is full of fuckheads that wanna drag people down. Those losers are the ones that have time to write mean things. The best thing ever is getting the job done, playing shows and making someone happy for a night, REALLY HAPPY. When we played South Dakota a guy came up to me after the show and said his wife hasn't been this happy in eight years, you guys saved our relationship and that he wants us to sign all the stuff he was gonna buy. It was a great night and it felt like Mission Accomplished. I could of declaired it that night, and I might of in my mind. But it all went sour one dreaful night. The night someone made fun of my BC Roch Mockingbird. Oh no no no, that is a REAL guitar, that is my baby, thats my third in command. Oh shit, that was MINNESOTA, what a shitty time we had. First of all NO ONE WAS THERE, it was freakin empty. I knew as soon as I heard the bands names, Pimp Hand Strong, New Funk Mafia, I knew we were in for trouble. I thought Pimp Hand Strong was a metal band, but they actually turned out to be an awesome jamband with a sick as hell keyboardist. BUt New Funk Mafia was egowhack and didn't have anyone at the show at all. I mean I never have a small turn out in my hometown. This was a joke, and then they didn't even stay becasue they had work. All I gotta say is, don't quit your day job, get a good night sleep budy. Dude swears like he doesn't drink redbull anyway. I say, stay up with the band, let the out of town band play first. Sont stick them with the early slot because you couldnt get anyone to the show. And then we played last for the sound guy, the 89 year old bartender, and one dude with big glasses from Pimp Hand Strong, anf thats it. And we tried to do Stash, and it did not go down how I invisioned it. It went sount to hell. I then I was like jokingly and innocently like, dude, I am way to burnt to play this. I Pizza Q scolded me on stage in fron of the three people. He is no longer in the band. He is the one Pizza memeber that is not allowed back on the boat ever. Never. Pizza OB2 has a better chance and I caught him drinking on the toar Van and hitting on D Kamp's lady friend. It was the wordt moment in my life I was in shock. We tried to play the song again and I fucked it up een worse, I was having one of those diabeticalshut downs in which you are curling up and about to pass out and your really dizzy. And then I said I cant do it and dude scolded me again and jumped off stage yelling at me. I was nice about it, I wanted to kill him, not that I ever would, but I knew that was the start of my animosity towards him. And I really like Pizza Zzz, he is talented fun, happy, youthfull, positive, handsome, and when I saw Pizza Q annoying the shit out of him, it was not good. I then the ultimate, when Pizza Q told me ...... I have to not say cuz this is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But After the tour he did not play Springfest. It was devastating, but I knew in buisness terms and for the future of the art I had to stand strong that day and not let him be in the band even if it ment he would not play the last tour. After the tour a had a few nervous semi breakdowns. But Shannon support and guidence has lead me in the right path. I have quit smoking cigerrets and i fell great. I road my Bike today and just told Pizza Zzz, "Yo, I have not found a bassist, but we shall try, but it doesn't look good at all, but we gotpizaa E for now and until Brundage and I promised him that even if we do find someone before Brundage we we still commit to him playing so we do not leave him in the dust. And I really thought we would still be looking into next year. Then I just went riding my bike and was like, who gives a fuck, if things work they work, if they dont they dont, but at least yout ry damn hard, and bever give up, never ever ever. I then Matt calls me, and we get together, he joins, he is amazing. i will talk more about it tomorrow. But what shall his pizza name be????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7519390543034500495?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7519390543034500495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7519390543034500495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7519390543034500495' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-5970015752675253704</id><published>2008-05-12T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:27:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should I do? Thats the big question for me. I really hope KB Smooth moves back to town. Do you think the Mayans knew something about 2012? The oil thingy is getting odd. I really think that people with the power and money either need t do something, or they already are but are not letting the poor in on it. This is what I mean, if a rich person knows what I know about the planets future, then they would already be building sustainable bunkers under ground.  Underground has thermal energy, underground rivers and other water sources. The temperture stays a constant tempeture in certain areas underground. And we already have grow lights and drilling technology that makes it very realistic to get underground and have the essential light we need. If we go to War, or if we get let stranded and then a country does to us like we did to Iraq, or even worse - like what the Germans did to the Jews, or even almost worse, like what we did to the Natives, then we are sitting Ducks. What if China did not loan us money for the War? Why are they loaning us money for War? Are they getting some oil out of it too? I like some of the realistic concepts of China like only having one kid, but I do not like how they are loaning us money. I realized the problem wiht loaning money when I got my first credit card when I was 18. ...&lt;br /&gt;Treypac's awake, I will be back later to tell you about my dream/nightmare. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-5970015752675253704?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5970015752675253704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/5970015752675253704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5970015752675253704' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-7912182330104514545</id><published>2008-05-11T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:16:02.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing better. But I went to do a show yesterday with my broher Jeremy. It was cool and kinda small. I quit smoking weed. It's been 3 days. It's hard. Very hard. I try to block the demons then I fail time and time again. It's all good though. Its just my head and my world and this is my blog. I am so tired. So so so tired. I feel the pain, I feel the weight. I worry, A LOT. Like this, the world is soon to hit a crossroad with this energy crisis. You can not have such an ignorant country, state, and leaders. Are we serious? Are we not a hybrids invasive species? Americans are like scotch broom. Whats Scotch Broom???? you ask... It's a non native plant someone brought over from Europe, and now it's taking over killing native plants and poisoning the soil. But who cares? The rich do not give a shit. They care more about helping their image rather than helping some serious issues. Oprah is an expample of America's failure as a society. No one should have that much money. I can not comprehend the amount of money these people have, but then I can comprehend when we see how much money we owe China. If you a person that haas close to a Billion dollars, then you hold a shit ton of Chinas money a our debt. How come you ask? We owe China so much money, so the more money you got, the more you owe China. We all bought your DVD's and Books, and whatever else with Credit. Were does American companies get all this money to loan to us? Its pretty obvious that China wants us to get so in debt that they can make a legitimate excuse to fuck us up. Why would a country with so many poor be able to give every tax paer 600 dollars. HOw come Bush did 9 11. How come Rosie O Donnell is the only celebrity that went public on this issue? What happens when oil is gone? What happens when the world hates us and sees us as an invasive species? Where did all the Natives go? Racheal Corey stood strong. I wish I could dump my stupidity and be strong too. I wish I could build structures under ground. I will continue in the future.= with this rant. PEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7912182330104514545?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7912182330104514545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7912182330104514545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7912182330104514545' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-7518008765765265290</id><published>2008-05-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:44:17.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm mega down now. Never felt this hopeless in years. I'm tired, scared, nervous, heavy anxiety and depressed. I'm freaked. I wish upon a star, I wish upon a dandy lion, I wish I wish I wish. It's like you think it's all good, then you realize it's not all good. What are you to do when you can not talk about what you want to talk about with the one you love the most? What I'm I to do? I just went on tour which was supposed to be awesome. It turned out to be a test on my soul and passion. Ever felt like shit before? A lot of people do feel like shit. So much confusion can drive me crazy. I do not know who to believe on all sorts of weird issues. Like whats up with 9-11? Whats up with Al Gore's movie which showed that we are all gonna die within 5 years? Whats up with War? Whats up with China loaning us money all the time? Whats with being so wasteful? Whats with trying to do the right thing and then finding out that your an egotistical shit head? I love playing music, but thats me loving music.... Does anyone else love it? should I just go back to school? should I quit the nugz, I hate cigarettes but all my friends and loved ones smoke? Are we gonna die from cigs? Am I a bad Dad? should I be tougher and being depressed is me being a bad Dad. Should I always stand strong when I feel like dying? I have a kid so I want to give him a good Dad. So why is it that I fail repeatedly? I thought it was gravy, everything looked so great! We got our first gig with a member of The Grateful Dead and now the band is falling apart.I fired the bass player for all sorts of reasons, and now I am scared. I do not want to fuck up the show I have been dreaming about for years. I missed The Trampled by Turtles show and I still can't get over it. It drives me nuts that we got in a car accident and the tour went down hill. Should I not try anymore? should I try but not overly try? I wish I could just trust everyone in the band to be there for practice and remember the shows. Do they still want to be apart of it? I love Danny Kelly and he too seems to be in a lot of similar situations as myself. I finally found my people, my community int own. So I should be on top of the world, But I feel like the world is on top of me. I wish uopn an email, I wish upon a jam, I wish I wish I wish, I try I try I try! Anyone out there with a heart, please help me. Please. I am desperate to do the right thing in life. I am scared of being gone forever, I am confused. We got this German TV show coming over to talk about an X Girlfriend that I once dated. Its the hardest pill to swallow, the only way I get the band in Magazines and TV is due to an X dating someone. I wish I wasn't so broke and then I could just move on. If I dod not do the last shitty story, which was way misleading, I would be fucked right now. I needed that $5000 just as much as almost all middle class or below Americans. I fell bad, I wish I could of done the right thing, but I am who I am, and sometimes I even get mad at myself and ask myself why!!!???? I wish my Dad was someone I could talk to, or my mom, but I can not, I do not know who to talk to, look at what Im doing now, Im writing a hail mary blog hoping for a miracle. Sorry to everyone i have hurt. Im am truly sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7518008765765265290?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7518008765765265290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7518008765765265290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7518008765765265290' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-6234020845248791400</id><published>2008-04-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:45:01.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I'm under fire from opening my big mouth. I swear my words where twisted. It's obvious some horny old dude that was out to write a sleazy story really worked one over on lil Pizza T. But I had no clue that they could just twist what you say. Oh man, never got a heads up on this one. The World News was smart by offering me $5000 right from the start. Lets see here, I'm getting married to the woman of my dreams in July, I'm going on tour in 8 days, and the new album should be in the mail sometime this week. I got a lot going on. I really did move on from the Sarah larson George Clooney bullshit. Then I get called by News of the World, which I never heard of, and they offered me $5000 to talk about a story about Sarah, they wanted to hear sexy stuff, and other stuff. So I avoided the sexy questions as much as I could, and the lady seemed really nice too. She probably is, I mean everyone gots to make money, and why not make money off people that exploit the general public for money through their fame. These actors have up to a billion dollars. So it seems like a fun job to wrote sleazy stories about celebrities, so lets not get too mad here. But I tried to tell them lots of positive stories about her struggles as a woman in the USA, and how woman are discriminated against. BUt they never mentioned that. I wonder if Clooney is stoked I did the article so he can hate me too. I hope not. Who would really trust News of the World. When I talked to E they told me to try to make a buck in britian, then I told him I let them call me, so I could care less. Now I'm in the hot seat with my mother and future wife, which we already had a hippy marraige, so in our eyes we are Husband and Wifey. This Nof the World really madde me out to be some sort of Rock Star pimp. Too funny, far from reality. Its good fantasy though. I'm gonna do a thing on youtube in which I go through the articles and critique them and there truth. That should be fun. ALSO!!!!!!!!! I never pranked called Sarah or George. I too was being pranked emailed was by someone affiliated with Clooney Studios. Their name is Shirlia Azziz. I would never prank call anyone, thats whack. i used to do that in elementary, my friend Rodger Hendrix, which hit Sarah's car in 1996 and denied it, he made prank calles back in High School, but he is a hero in Iraq now. I wonder who did it too. I couldn't be happier for the two of them. Only thing I feel bad about is the sleazy sex story the News of the World wrote. Some say I should sue, I say " Make a youtube video like Rosie O Donnell does and then talk about the facts. The reality without some horny british people writing fantasies. They are more nasty than Huslter, I was in shock. I was also new to this information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless, I just hope the show with JGB with Melvin Seals goes good. Which I know it will, we have been practicing religiously. It'll be good. if anything this gives me more fight to keep on in the music feild. The reality to me is that I play jamband music. Thats what I love and thats what i've been doing for years. i neve plan on stopping. In my feild it's all about quality music and getting it out there. I love touring and our upcoming tour is excellent. We got 15 shows in 17 days. The last show we are headlining Friday night at the biggest festival in Shelton called Spring Fest. This had nothing to do with my sleazy story, this was due to our quality music. Also, we are playing with Trampled by Turtles, which is held as the next BIG Blue Grass, jamgrass, or whatnot. So I know that its all buisness and that if I did a thousand articles about you know who, my band still would never go anywhere. A band goes places if it goes places, and jamband fans would not like us because I dated Clooney girlfriend, they would like us becasue we are good at playing live and being cute helps too. We got a package now tha is the shit. It is amazing, go to www.myspace.com/thezkampexpress and check it out. Its all about the vision, the fliers, the teamwork and street tewam, the internet, amazing insrumentals, meaningful lyrics, the spirit. And thats something you got or don't got. SO why not make 5 thousand to help with extra costs. We are just in the last 2 years picking up bigger shows. The Z Kamp Express is on its on path regardless, and I feel confident about that, like the feeling I get when Paul McCartney gets when he talks about the Beatles knowing they'd become standards. I do feel bad a little for letting The News of the World going overboard, but I got a plan to make that all better. YOUTUBE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all these nice fans, I love that I was on my path and this whole shit landed in my lap and I decided to do what I did. Now I gotta get ready for the tour, I got Tye Dyes that need prints on them tonight, I got the zine I gotta mail off, I gotta get the Tour Van ready, I gotta take Treypac to the Skate Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Yeah, Treypac is the real deal. He is famous now. His Youtube Babies for Obama video is blowing up. Same with his Doodlebops the Lost Episode. There home peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-6234020845248791400?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6234020845248791400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/6234020845248791400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6234020845248791400' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-829836190170288180</id><published>2008-03-27T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:09:16.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really dig getting back to my blog. NOw that Slim Moon and Ben Perrish's brother and the UK tabloids have stopped reading them. Hopefully now only true thugz read this shit. Not they they are not true thugz, but I hope that everyone becomes a true thug. i had a lot I wanted to write in my blog. Here is one thing. So I started recording the album Wheruhjuanuhgo last summer I believe. It was before the tour we did. Though on tour I did not bi=ring any mixes to listen to. Oberon was on tour with us. but I still wonder. My hands are kinda sensitive to the keyboard. Kinda tickelish or some shit. I gotta go for the moment. but I am playing with Daevid Allen tomorrow at the China Clipper in Olympia Washington. High Ceiling is playing a show that night too. they are playing the 4th ave. Good thing the governement printed up all that extra money. I also heard High Ceiling is playing with Heliotroupe at the Eagels, that should be a good show too. I hope to do a Grange show this summer or next year with either of those two bands, but hopefully both. I love them, they are so fun and make me wanna dance and shake my azz. Just got the word that we are playing friday night at Springfest in Shelton. 8pm.... so pimp. But before I really go. The alsum was recorded and not finished till now. But now that I sent it I feel like I could of turned the crash cymbals down in the chorus of Around Da Phire Too. But If I sell all theses I can remix it for printing 2. ok Im hearing my computer radiowaves. ... peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-829836190170288180?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/829836190170288180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/829836190170288180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#829836190170288180' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-2576795125992235626</id><published>2008-03-25T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:58:27.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am back at my blog. I am happy to have grown and matured a little bit in the past few years. Did I ever tell you that sometimes I can not tell if Im in the after life or not. But then I just say hey, here you are, so just keep goin. Put a smile on and fight back by kicking back. Sometimes I get excited and wanna reach out too much. hat is an opinion that I do not see when I react without thinking of the consequences. but thats the great thing about not being perfect, it adds to the story drama. I do not know if I acknowledged on my blog that I was recently in Star Magazine. NOt as recent as lets say the person that got me it it, but it was a remarkable feet at that. I gotta thank Alex Burton for giving me a story I can talk about for a while. That guy was a real hoot. He was like a New Yorker that would say whatever to hook up the story, but then he would be very blunt too. Time is money and I was just a pie in the oven. It was funny, we talked for hours figuring out the story, I would say something 25 times before we decided what to use. I tried to bring up being in a band with Slim moon but Alex from Star nor anyone else bit into that story. It was fun talking with all the magazines and news stations independent reporters. They would call me up and and some would try to get dirt and some would pretend to wanna help me out too, but its part of the buisness obciously. My parents were not in the industry of showbiz..... or were they??? My grandfolks were the ministers of the Lakewood Open Bible church for over 20 years. And my grandpa preached and my grandma played piano. It was quite fun looking back at it. But back to the story. I only got paid twice from the tabloids. 2000 frfom Star Magazine, and another 2000 from the UK Sun. At the moment in time I did not have the videos out from storage yet, and wasn't sure what I still had. I knew I had the Thomas Jackson movies around somewhere. Which I eventually found. So the media quit buggin me for a while and so did the crazy Stalker which claimed to be George Clooney, then claimed to be his agent, and then claimed to be Rosie O Donnel... well the stalker, they even quit contacting me,/... until the Oscars came around. but let me tell ya something, this country has gotta be in a recession, or people do not dig my ultra hippyness in the tabloids, but I got contacted for a while after the Oscars and The Lady with three titties from the movie Total Recall, she contaced me claiming to be with E, which I found out she does do stuff with them, and she rushed me like the others to send stuff, which I only send very little, and random stuff, and then they got back to me and was like %500 bucks for everything. Well, first of all they wasted my time. But back to the three titty lady from Total Recall, shes a journalist now, besides being Im sure a frequent at Treky conventions due to the pay check, oh yeah she was on Star Trek too, well she interviewed me and I said Id only do the interview if she uded my band name everytime they used my name, and then they used it online which no one could find, then on TV did not say the Z Kamp Express. And his dude taht was like the LA version of ALex Burton.... and let me tell you, all the guy tabloid journalist try to play the buddy buddy thing and they hardly get my inside jokes, but the girls are nice and sound kinda horny to be honest, except the brits, they all sound like Nanny 911. but regarldless, this has been on my mind and I wanted to talk about it for a second. So the LA Alex Burton possibly rushed the 3 titty lady to see what I got, but then Patrick Swazey got cancer and they put my story on hold, then three weeks after I sent the stuff to three titty chic LA Alex said my lighting was shitty in my movie and he'd give me 500 bucks for everything, and that three  weeks ago it would of been worth more, and people in Europe pay way more for this stuff. He also said he might not use it, but he really liked this one picture I had. So I thought about it and the free publcity, but then I talked it over with Pizza Nan aka Shannon my mamager and Wifey and she helped bring me to reality. I forgot to mention that I kinda chuckeled when the guy told me that it was worth more money three weeks ago when they were the ones that made me send it three weeks ago. They didn't force me, but I really wanted to get the movie Thomas Jackson on TV, I worked so hard on it back in the day, and puffed some serious nugz while filming. i am way pro-nugget.&lt;br /&gt;So first of all I do not understand contracts enough just to be signing shit for 500 bucks, and they said my lighting was bad. The lighting is freakin great dude. I am gonna put that shit up on youtube for the world. I swear to god they will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the real story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed my latest work yet. Its with my band The Z Kamp Express. Its our new album Wheruhjuanuhgo. Oh man check out the album cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-2576795125992235626?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2576795125992235626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/2576795125992235626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2576795125992235626' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-8508606013693038698</id><published>2008-03-24T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:15:54.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got this video my homie Eric Cornelius made of the Saint of Everyday Failure. He also made a movie starring ME, Pizza T. I had a dream I was Eddie Shredder the other night. 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&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-7660696857165939177?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7660696857165939177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/7660696857165939177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7660696857165939177' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-8730814522258544006</id><published>2008-03-20T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:19:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, finally. So I sent this dude and jambands.com a letter a while back and he never wrote me back. It kinda hurt my feelings. Then I re,e,bered all the times I slacked off writing people back when I worked at Le Voyeur. I was just getting too much lovin towards the end of my career at that fine establishement. Good thing too, cuz treypac was born. So maybe hte guy who wrote the article died and I am emailing his still active email address. Or he could of been arrested for some kinda crime or something. But regardless, I still gotta keep working on my next album Wheruhjuanuhgo. The new team is escellent. I really dig Morgan aka Pizza Q's bass playing. He is fun and can really take a solo. Kyle aka Pizza Zzz is a stage showman to the extreme. He really spunks up the team. He has a good ear and talent for playing a traditional jamband keyboard role. I dont hope anymore to create music that people like, now I work hard to make music my peeps like and if they dont, at least I gave it my all. I am in love with making music on computers. i thought I would end up a reel to reel kid, but I am a PC Sonar junkie. I spent easily 7 hours purely editing audio today. i call it Cosmetic Audio. I could call it Sudio Surgery, but Cosmetic audio gets the pint across and soulds way cooler. Lets face it, we are funny cool creatures. Kinda whitty when we need to be too. I really believe in the idea of trying to survive, but even if our species does we still could end up getting destroyed by... well WHO KNOWS, maybe a radioactive wave will come across to us like a rainbow in the dark. So thats why I work hard on the music too. A lot harder than before. I mean I have worked hard all the way up to now, but now Im getting good and am out of school and focus on it. I gotta go,,... I will be back ....more now that Bare Naked Ladies said that your fanz expect you to blog at least once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS&lt;br /&gt;To the stalker named Shirlia Azziz, please leave me alone. I am in love with Shannon. She is super hot. Her personalty is great too, she booked Z Kamp's tour and just took a business class for art and music at Evergreen to become our band's manager. She is a pimp. So it was fun talking to you on the net, but you never bought our cd and that was rude. Shannon will pimp slap yo azz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-8730814522258544006?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/8730814522258544006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/8730814522258544006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8730814522258544006' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-4478031182353557902</id><published>2007-09-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:09:43.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged here. Most blogs have been at my myspace profile. I kind of stopped blogging here after I got into an email battle with Kurt Cobain's X girlfriends. I think X girlfriends are funny and can get the innocent mixed up in the crossfire. There is new news about George Clooney and Sarah Larson. I promised my babies momma that we will not talk about it anymore. It is true that I played in a band with Slim Moon from KRS, which Slim released  Sleater Kinney, Elliott Smith and an actual Nirvana track. I just wanted to state in a quick blog that my X was not just a gogo dancer. No worries though. We all got a lot of work at hand as humans. THe planet is getting hotter, and people are getting weirder. I thikn are genetics are going CRAZY. Now I loved the new Britney Spears performance on the VMAs. I thought she was amazing. I thought she was onto something artistically, I guess she was only onto making me happy. I do not think people on average 'GOT IT.... I thought her hair looked great when she shaved it too. It's like people expect people not to mature, not to try new things. But Britney does try new things, and her lipsyncing was awesome. I was the manager and producer for Eddie Shredder which is Eddie Vedder's long lost son.... at least thats the story behind the Lip Syncing 14 year old rock star. You can watch the movie at www.myspace.com/zkamp Its in there, you'll find it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had a brush of fame with my David Hasselholf video on youtube. Yet I'm sure if I was a chick farting into the camera I would of got like 50,ooo hits. I hope everything gets groovy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-4478031182353557902?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4478031182353557902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/4478031182353557902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4478031182353557902' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-113998828003044256</id><published>2006-02-14T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:24:40.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its been a wild ride. I've been smokin some cigerettes. I am at my radio show. I am with KB Smooth. The other day dick cheney shot his homeslice in the face and chest and tried to play it off. Oh well. i heard he has a pellet in his heart. Forgive my spelling. so I guess my blog did turn into Dennis Driscollssss. i hoep life keeps goin great. I have a kid now. My blog probably makes no sence.... welll  Kool Keith is playing tomoroww at the bar code. My kid treypac is da shiznit. he is so cool. He loves to sit on my shoulders and peep out the house. i8 thiknn he likes the gratefuldead too. He plays the drumz with me. KB Smooth and the rest of our band Pizza T's Z akmp Experience Reocrded our first song and it is da shit. Go to www.msypace.com/zkamp and peep out Ain't nothin!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-113998828003044256?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/113998828003044256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/113998828003044256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113998828003044256' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-112948782232008964</id><published>2005-10-16T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T11:37:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I will be having a baby on Dec 23rdish and oh is it weird. Some would say it would of happened with anyone but it happened with Shannon. My ex girlfriend predicted it, but hey, whatever. Shannon really liked me a passion took over logic and we had sex all the time and then we had a kid. It is weird and unplanned, but what is life if everything is planned out? We wil see where the future takes me. I am kinda poor at this moment but I feel like I will be on the up n up soon. I have put together a benefit for Free Radio Olympia and it should be a success. How do I feel right now? I guess weird happy confused and tottally confident with my future. Politics drive me crazy yet I always think about it. I guess thats a sign of me getting older. And why is Rush Limbaugh such a fucking idiot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-112948782232008964?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/112948782232008964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/112948782232008964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112948782232008964' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-112615729886378802</id><published>2005-09-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:29:49.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got a new website and I keep thugin all day. www.a-kamp.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweal, Mike Merker is back and we got shows. Bush jr. can suck my hairy dick, I hate that liar whore. But any ways, life is good, I got a kid on the way, a radio show on Free Radio Olympia, and I play guitar int he best band EVER called A-Kamp. But who knows, maybe I will hate the band in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-112615729886378802?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/112615729886378802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/112615729886378802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112615729886378802' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-111550529459103291</id><published>2005-05-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:34:54.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back on my blog. I heard that some people love my blogs, nut my blogs really just a way of life, the next bible but the real deal hollyfeild. Life is a riddle, why eat skittles,  over the rainbow is really a drainbow, and a wishing well is still a wishing well, but a wish is stil a wish, so complain or take another hit, cause life can suck, really suck, but every once in a while you'll find 50 bucks, or a million at that, but you could die in a minute flat, so really who knows, and why try, maybe cause thats all you can do in this funky thing called time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-111550529459103291?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/111550529459103291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/111550529459103291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111550529459103291' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-110719980141992977</id><published>2005-01-31T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T11:30:01.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am an Olymusic.com Superstar, my videos get downloaded like everyday, and didn't need to team up with Dr. Dre. So anywayz, gangsterz are ont heir wayz. So A-Kamp played on a tv show in Tacoma at Bates Technical College. I saw a few people I think I might of went to jr. High with. But fuck all theat, I gotta get lunch asap. Feb 11th A-Kamp is playing the HCC. Word Wiggaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-110719980141992977?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/110719980141992977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/110719980141992977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110719980141992977' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-110508739489732889</id><published>2005-01-07T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T00:43:14.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I am finally really over John Kerry losing. What a dork.  My uncle Bob is da shit, no wonder my middle name was after his. I'm at the brother hood today. A-Kamp got a show on a tacoma comcast digital cable show, we gotta be in Tacoma by 8am, anything for television, I LOVE DAT SHIT. Maybe someday I'll be on Hanity and Combs or is it comes HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Chris Mathews and Keith Oberman are da shiznit too. So I learned to blow glass pipes. I'll make you a custom one if you want. I'm out e'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-110508739489732889?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/110508739489732889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/110508739489732889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110508739489732889' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-110118960553624346</id><published>2004-11-22T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:00:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided that my blog is awesome. I was John Kerry for Halloween, the only difference is -is that I'm a winner TEDDY KNOWS. I have a funny feeling that a few of my tweaky relatives on my dad's shady side of the Family read this Blog and are now anti Tommy O'. They can suck a hairy goat cock. If they can't feel the magic of Satan that I possess then they can suck auh nut. I got the Violin, thats all I wanted, now I can start disowning foolios like some did to Narcelous. That nigga is da shit. I carried my dead Grandpa, I stayed with Grandma Fay for weeks after Grandpa died. But since I'm a liberal with a comedy Blog, I guess I'm a bad person. But Who gives a fuck? I got the violin, HELL YEAH G'&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Lil T's right now, she cool. Well I still love everyone in my family, even if they are crazy. I'm not even supposed to be alive right now, same with Genius, thats probably why the spirits set us up to be in a band. Well the A-Kamp album and my latest band CG2 album is coming along great. If you wanna peep dat shit early- call my bitch ass....  360 709 9813&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-110118960553624346?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/110118960553624346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/110118960553624346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110118960553624346' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-109955725429632367</id><published>2004-11-04T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:34:14.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Theresa Hines can suck uh nut. What the fuck&lt;br /&gt;4 more yearz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till we get out of debt because Bush is so wise. I can't wait till we become the #1 nation ever. Soon we can spread Jesus and Democracy to the Moon or Mars. What the fuck. O well&lt;br /&gt;All my relatives voted for Bush because they love hium. They wanna have butt sex with him. Or maybe they like dead babies.&lt;br /&gt;0an't blame um. Bush is awesome 4 more yearz&lt;br /&gt;He will shapen up the economy and illegalize abortion and not get flue shots. O well&lt;br /&gt;I think that now that I'm running for office things will change. Someones gotta get the bullshit out the whitehouse, someones gotta get rid of Jesus, and I would gladely take the chance to tell the shallow ignorant monkies, that just like Zues, Jesus will fuck it all up too,&lt;br /&gt;I guess the inevidable evilness of the US will not be postponened noe that Bush won, Kerry might of only delayed our grrsom end. MAD MAX where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-109955725429632367?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109955725429632367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109955725429632367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109955725429632367' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-109842752266284454</id><published>2004-10-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:45:22.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back in black. So I'm voting for John Kerry, the hippy multi billionaire with a gig o dick for W's mouth. I love olymusic.com soo much, I started a band with ae. We wrote a song called " I liked to get fucked with shit all over me"&lt;br /&gt;Just kid n', that would be cool though. We have a show this saturday. We are playing Uncle John's band in shit. We really rock, thought this girl debbie that was gonna play bongos with us kinda sucked nuts, no offence please, just, it would of took to long to get her into the T Nut groove.&lt;br /&gt;I saw DOug from Saints today, he ignored me, but I also ignored his azz. uh gangsta T&lt;br /&gt;I predict that the olymusic.com band show will kick ass on saturday. Too many hippies will rule dis bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-109842752266284454?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109842752266284454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109842752266284454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109842752266284454' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-109605301959245540</id><published>2004-09-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:10:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does Goerge W suck???? Why is Dan Rather used as a scape goat to avoid the reality that Bush had fake documents made. Why are the Bush daughters constantly taking cock in the ass? WHy do his daughters smoke coke and fuck random jokes, why is on fat and one anerexis? Why can't I post in my blog more regularly??&lt;br /&gt;Well I am now officially in the guiness book of world records as part of the world's largest drum circle. It was so liberating, I almost got naked and fucked the ground, but I was ate too much Ganja food for that.&lt;br /&gt;KB, Genius, and I made money and camped next to Mike Ping. Taarka kicked ass, except the mandolin player kinda sucks, Enion kicks serious ass, she is Trey of the Violin. I tried making  tent but it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The A-Kamp album is going great, I put up a post saying we aere gonna break up, I heard that doing that creates fans. Well see about that, I think that good music matters more. I gotta run G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-109605301959245540?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109605301959245540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109605301959245540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109605301959245540' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-109277520116922068</id><published>2004-08-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T13:40:01.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn time flies like an airplane into buildings. I swear W Bush is a ragging idiot. JOhn Kerry is kinda stupid too, and his wife should give me head or some money for nothing, because thats real gangsta shit. So I'm back and I have a fan named Alex from Colorado, he is cool, but he needs to email thomas_jackso40@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Lars and I recorded Drums and scratch guitar to L.O.V.E.U.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds great, Lakefair still hasn't paid us yet, but Jesus never came back either, except in the book of Morons he came back and raped a couple blacks and Indians. I swear Joseph Smith sucked a big dick all the time. White people are so weird, except us Irish and Sweeds, just kiding, all humans are equally stupid, possibly. I gotta run, See yo ass soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-109277520116922068?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109277520116922068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109277520116922068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109277520116922068' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-109017956836780419</id><published>2004-07-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T12:39:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh thats real gangsta shit, uh yeah, Lake fAir BeEr garden show was too cool. MAn it was amazing, I guess it was kinda hot on stage and a little weird playing to strangers, but they almost all seemed to like it. The firefighter band before us was called # am Alarm clock or something, and they wereall firefighters from Lacey, and I liked them a lot, they were very fun, of course they kinda sounded like shit but they kinda sounded great too. The singer had a great low voice, but you could tell they spend more time fighting fires than practicing harmonization, and writing original material. They played like all covers, Like example 1. Closing Time example 2. Love is what I got by Sublime. Maybe they did have an original, they played a song about fire fighters, but it sounded maybe like I might of heard it before. It was younger and older fire fighter rockin out, so the singer was around 27 and the lead guitar player was around 50 with an old school guitar. My girlfriend is harasing me right now, I'll get back with the rest of the story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-109017956836780419?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109017956836780419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/109017956836780419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109017956836780419' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108853496247971684</id><published>2004-06-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T11:49:22.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a vacation from my blog. But whatever, I'm so happy with A-Kamp website's messageboard. Lots of fun stuff. I'm really smokey yo, it's a good day, I think I'm gonna walk downtown, I got no money honey, but whatever, I got a raise at the Voyeur, and I got really fucking drunk, so drunk I threw up on Ian's deck up stairs. It was kinda fun, but not really. Man, It's been so hecktic, But nit really, I've been practicing guitar a lot, I'm learning slipknot by the gratefuldead, that song is fun to play or learn or whatever. I'm know writing a book like Bill Clinton, I think we have little but a lot in commen, see I was class president in highschool, and know I'm skilled in team work due to the years of working with others in bands. So I think that I need to do what right for America, and but not least THE World, actually the galaxy, I'm gonna be the first president of the galaxy. Actually, I own the galaxy, I own everything and or but not least the concept that I an the leader of the galaxy and my goal "like BUSH" would be to liberate the galaxy and shut up the liberals. So we got a show at LAKEFAIR's beer garden July 17th 5-7pm--- It's gonna rock dawggy. Things keep changing - like Lars is now moving in with my brother, after all these years of him at Exxon is over, now it's a new chapter. We are setting up a jam recording spot in their garage. THe garge is a a one car garge that not connected to the house. It's got a few windows, is real cozzy. I gotta run. Peep game G'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108853496247971684?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108853496247971684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108853496247971684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108853496247971684' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108656149057492534</id><published>2004-06-06T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:38:10.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from California, damn wuz it dope. I heard Crazy Coop is a crack smoking Mormon again, I hope he doesn't go klepto on us. So I think all the internet junkies at Kill Rock Star have stopped reading my post. It's a good thing, that Marisa girl is so bunk, she'll never et with sean because sean thinks shes nappy. Whatever. Man that was funny when gravytrain!!!! came to town, Joey kissed brontas and I saw Toby for the first time, she was freakin, so I figured DAMN, this is better than One Life To Live. My Grandma watches General Hospital, Days of Our Lives, and One Life to live all in a row and she doesn't know which one is which, but shes been following them for over 30 years. I love my grandma, i'm going to do yard work for her after I go to the Dead shows this month on the 27th. I can't wait to play lake fair, Damn I'm pissed about something&lt;br /&gt;Can you beleive that Guitar world wrote the Sweet Chld o Mine tab wrong???!!!! I'm gonna write them a few letters when I get home. I love the magazine, but I'm like si confused on whats up witht heir transposers. They suck ass. I'm gonna pove it too and I bet someone has already brought it to their attention, but if not, something is wickedly wrong with the modern guitarist community.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE BOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108656149057492534?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108656149057492534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108656149057492534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108656149057492534' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108508150639217209</id><published>2004-05-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:31:46.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.a-kamp.netfirms.com/flyer%20hambsterweb.jpg&lt;a href="http://www.a-kamp.netfirms.com/flyer%20hambsterweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Master Tea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108508150639217209?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108508150639217209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108508150639217209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508150639217209' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108508066526061873</id><published>2004-05-20T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:17:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I'm #1 and your # last, damn the Crossing sucks ass. Al Qwada, I'll kick your ass too, Goerge W. Watch out for the next gangsta president soon. Uh Like Mater P but they call me &lt;a href="http://www.a-kamp.netfirms.com "&gt;Pizza T&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thats My Rap&lt;br /&gt;So I'm running for president. I'm starting my campaign now. I will be the best president and I will give everyone a free slurpee. &lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;m playing the battle of the bands dudes, On saturday- But my band can't make it, but o well, I have another band that will kick ass, I always run into odd gigs, I'm lovin it like Mcdonalds after a rave. I swear the worst band in town is The Crossing, they suck, I still haven't heard the Bangs, I assume they sound like Bikini kill meets the Rumors, I mean the Gossip- woops I did it again. &lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna win this battle of the bands, It's this saturday before my super local hippy show with Flowmotion. I'm gonna be rich this saturday. &lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that I think the StoneCrop wars are over, not just thanks to time working things out, but cocaine ruining a community. I don't fuck with that shit too often, weeds way cooler, but anyways, if you notice what it does to peoples' teeth, imagin what it does to the brain. Like DAMN, and I like my dick size, it would suck to see inches vanish due to a cheep yet expensive high. But whatever, maybe I should try shooting it up my cock, it will be likethe new viagra.&lt;br /&gt;OK OK OK I'm outta here. GO TO my WEB SITE AND POST A MESSAGE DAWG oyeah- I got kicked off of hotmail - IT'S ABOUT TIME. I think it was my anti bush emails, but whatever, o yeah, I also talked shit to some fools on philzone.net. Me amd Phill are gonna rock one day. Peace OUT G!!!!!!!! www.a-kamp.netfirms.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108508066526061873?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108508066526061873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108508066526061873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508066526061873' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108504375857038159</id><published>2004-05-20T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T02:02:38.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a review of the last show I played, I got signed to K records, but not Oly K, the original K based in Cambodia, I also fucked a prostitute as part of the deal, OK I'm lying, but that would rule, ---&lt;br /&gt;I swear that Joe from the Java Flow forgets everything, especially anything that has to do with the truth. I was going to poo poo on the bathroom floor, but after pissing on SLeater from Sleater Kinney's car I decided to wait till I get to Lane Stanleis grave, nut until then I'm gonna record what the grateful dead would of recorded if Jerrybear was still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108504375857038159?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108504375857038159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108504375857038159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108504375857038159' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108504349613834033</id><published>2004-05-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T12:42:58.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking BLOGGER SUCKS, but I'm sticking with it. I hope that every indie rocker in town dies of aids. I think Slim already got it. Yeah, I suck but Nelly really sucks. I can't beleive that I've become the next Jesus Christ. I am now nominated by Satan and Lucifer to take over the world. I am not down with Al Qwada, I will fuck their shit up, and I will prosicute that nigga Bush jr. I will fucking hump his daughter in my mind, but not in real life, because I worship Jesus. Syke, Jesus can fucking choke on cock. I don't give a fuck about Black people, white people, jewish niggaz, all I care about is my guitar and my homiez, which include myself, ae, Gypsy, Theresa, A-Kamp, except chris, he sucks dick, and my grandma, even tho' she stole money from me as a child. Well, someday I will die and haunt everyone hopefully, first I'm coming after you!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108504349613834033?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108504349613834033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108504349613834033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108504349613834033' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108352418601722621</id><published>2004-05-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:00:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I think it's safe to come back to my blog. I had Marisa and Slim stalking me and my blog. Well so much has happened since my last blog- I PUNCHED someone, I'm guest appearing with Saints of Everyday Failure, I ate mushrooms, smoked over 3 ounces of wizard smoke, took pictures in my Gravy Train!!!! underwear, formed zzzscream Kamp with Scream Club, told the Java Flow to eat one and become an AA meeting spot again, and a bunch of other shit.  But I'll type all that shit tomorrow, I'm gonna go pray to my saviour Jerry and Kurdt Cobain, CHECK BACK SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 187 on haters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108352418601722621?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108352418601722621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108352418601722621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352418601722621' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108179745135277372</id><published>2004-04-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:45:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back on top of the world. I had an epiphany. My ding dong got bigger too.  Bad idea, word up. It's time for everyone to chill and call their family and talk to them about the war in Iraq. It's time we choose sides. Armagedon is near. For all of you that love me and all of you that hate me, I will miss you all when I die. But I will be dead so it will be scientificly and logiclly that I will not be able to miss because I am dead, so soorry, but I probably most likely won't miss you, especially the rude girl from Sleater Kinney.Genius did pee on her car when i commanded it . Ian wrote that last sentence. Ben said he likes Crazy Chris 2 more than crazy Chris 1.   It's not like I beat off when people get excited about my blog, but it does make me feel like Pjil LEsh and Jerrruy Garcia and also Sleater from Sleater and Kinney. Built to spill is pretty good, but then i heard phish and was like, fuck it.   i like marijuana.  my blog is #1.   russel is the coolest hippy in town.  this blog is sacrificing me a nug.  i hate weed.  i like george w. bush.  SIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  john kerry and friends is probably the best band ever and should get signed to k records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108179745135277372?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108179745135277372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108179745135277372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179745135277372' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108179727255585288</id><published>2004-04-12T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:18:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108179727255585288?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108179727255585288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108179727255585288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179727255585288' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108116331642320068</id><published>2004-04-05T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T04:12:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's bullshit that I took soooo long to type in my blog, I'm not switching over blog servers until I get a digital camera, looks like this will be my blog for a while. SO Audrey from the Go Club is a fucking punk. Hunx tried to get me on the guest list but she player hated like usual. Fuck Marisa, she is such a ham. But anyways, guess who's at my house? Gravy Train!!!! and thats no Bull Shit, Hunx said he'll perform on my shit. Whaty a fellow.  PEep dis shit, I swear everyone needs tro chill out. I gotta got to bed. Go to www.olymusic.com and come back to my blog and I'l fill you in asap on some serious good Gossip, and I ain't talkin about the shitty indie rock band either. Red HEads are #1, right Slim? Thats right, keep hatin on a soldier. Peep dis 187 yeah. Well Peace out, go to our next show in tacoma.&lt;br /&gt;Peep Outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108116331642320068?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108116331642320068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108116331642320068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108116331642320068' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108012313344083165</id><published>2004-03-24T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T02:15:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That  was bullshhit, it didn't work, --I would tell you what I'm up to, but you should be able to figure it out on your own, I'm taking over the world. Go to the RANG DONG- Scream Club with A-Kamp at Hell's Kitchen!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108012313344083165?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108012313344083165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108012313344083165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012313344083165' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108012266533309502</id><published>2004-03-24T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T02:07:52.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear that Phish and the whole world will eventually read this blog about the #1 jambnd rock OG ever of all time tryin to rock A-KAmp to the next star trek level in which jambase will be stoked to smoke weed. That was jsut a test, I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108012266533309502?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108012266533309502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108012266533309502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012266533309502' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-108003002940905175</id><published>2004-03-23T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T00:23:55.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really excited to anouce that Alex Perrish is a punk, he might as well join the Punks, he's always hated me since the 1st Cooper's Glen perfomance. Ben almost commited suicide because Alex insulted our performance. I had butt sex with Ben to make him feel better. I don't hate Slim anymore, or really ever did, I was jealous that I'm not as cool as him, syke, I don't give uh fuck, syke again, syke triple beam. I'm switching blog site's, I'm gonna use the one Larstafari uses. I was drunk or something when I wrote my last blog, no one should take me seriously, or you just suck, I'm skiztophranic multi personality maybe a little, or maybe I'm just trippin. I once stabbed my roomate, but he was trying to kill me. I'm lucky to be alive, I once walked into a random house while I was in my boxers and started watching TV. Fuck the Punks, it was cool while it lasted, but I need all the time to focus on my other shit, it kinda worked out netter for me. It was too like Cooper's Glen anyways, at least the sound quality and skill level that is. The compisition aspects was only fun for the musical game type challenge, but we do plenty of that shit in A-Kamp, and dabble with math music myself every here and dare. Fuck the Punks because they kick me out then ask to use my PA, damn, thats oly scene\sters for you. lol I don't give uh fuck. Duck Hugger wants his bike seat back, I'm gonna try to call him tomorrow, I told him I had his bike seat, he must of forgot because the message he left on my ansewring machine sounded like he had little clue that I had it, but kinda did, but he just talked and talked but wouldn't just say give me my fucking bike seat back, I don't give uh fuck. A-Kamp got excepted or picked or whatever for the LEs Schwab And The Olympian Newspaper OLYROCK compilation, A-Kamp along with I think 11 other local bands got picked from a list of over 70 submissions. They picked stalgtites from the Mikey Poo session in the summer of 2002, right around the time released live at the right time which Beeny P and I made an album cover, Benny P drew the pics and I did the digital placement. I'm very happy that A-kamp is still together and rocking out. Everytime we practice, which thankfully has been alot lately, we sound better and better. We started recording a few days ago, I have some ideas and plans for some really rockin shit. I can't wait to keep making comps to play. GO TO THE RQANG DONG SHOW THIS FRIDAY OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-108003002940905175?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108003002940905175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/108003002940905175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108003002940905175' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107968180630906361</id><published>2004-03-18T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:40:06.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talked to Dudtin Davis with instant messenger, he is kinda weird but cool. I went to Round Table Pizza Buffet. The A-Kamp album has finally started, it only too 6 years. Slim Moon is a bitch, he kicked me out the Punks so he could have butt sex with the stupid intern girls. SLim is a horrible musician anyways, with played out ideas. He's lucky I don't sue him for sucking dick. But he's still cool, I hope he has fun sucking dick, I still love him and the Punks, I guess it's good that I left the band at the peak. Slim knew if I stayed at Kill any longer I would end up owning the place. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107968180630906361?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107968180630906361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107968180630906361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107968180630906361' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107839499593652365</id><published>2004-03-04T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T02:12:55.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the Rang Dong, I was smoking weed in the bathroom, then Tong got mad and blammed this kif\d that was having his birthday party. It was awesome. I swear that my new Cooper's of Bedlam is rad. I will smoke weed everday for fun. My blog is #1. I think Bird is gonna get me tripped out. That would be fun. I think Shanti Groove is gonna play with us at Le Voyeur. That should go good. F\Debo is gonna play too. I love weed, boobs, and guitars. Money works too. Ihope Leon House plays good at the Rang Dong. WHy are the Rang Dong bitches #1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107839499593652365?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107839499593652365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107839499593652365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107839499593652365' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107833786973217307</id><published>2004-03-03T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:20:48.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's bee a week since I've been to my Blog, I don't want my blog to turn into Dennis Driscol, which hasn't been updated for years. Good thing I've been going to the shows at the Voyeur lately. I booked 2 bands with the same name on accident. One was a 2 peice grungy type group and the other was a 3 peice rap group from Nebraska, both called Max Fischer, you know!!! Max Fischer from Rushmore. I don't understand why the Max Fischer from Seattle brought their PA, first of all the Voyeur has a PA and they've played the Voyeur so should know that by now, and they brought their own PA, which was a stupid idea. Everyband wanted to use it, which made them have to stay hella Late. One Nation Undereducated was invited by me to play, and due to the mix up had to play a shorter set, but I don't know where they get off thinking that should be awarded a 2 hour slot to play. I think bands should play no longer than 45 minutes at the Voyeur. I couldn't beleive ONU was trying to make the bands from Nebraske, which orginally booked the show, that they couldn't play their 25 minute sets because their set required at least 1:30. To me, i was slightly imbarresed by my ONU's attitude. It reminded me of Stonecrop. And no offence, but no one was really there to see ONU exept the big lot girls Lars and I and ae. It was more or les, no, just more, that Matt Freidly kept whining. like it really fucking matters, why should anyone bend backwards for an asshole, which he was being that night. He kept bitching that I always double book show&lt;em&gt;, NOT TRUE! It only happens every once in a while, and it's usually not my fault. But we are friends, at least I thought, why get mad at your friend for making an honest mistake? I mean, just play a shorter set and be happy. I like Jeremy and Tracy, Jeremy was being very polite and understanding, Tracy was being semi understanding, Matt was being a flat out asshole to everyone. He makes me wish I didn't set up the show at the Rang Dong with ONU. But taking my own advice I know that I will just keep the happiness going and shows always have the chance to redeem themselves at the next show. It's too bad that ONU made everything difficult the other night. I don't know hwo died and made them Rock God. I hope they don't trip at the next show. But who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107833786973217307?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107833786973217307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107833786973217307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833786973217307' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107770635306749954</id><published>2004-02-25T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T02:55:21.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Deer Hoof today and got a 7". Then I got them all to sign it after the show. I tought the show was good, I thought it had some amazing moments, but I thought it was going to be a little more exciting. Maybe I need some indo to smoke inside the place. I thought the band was good, but they did have a cheap approach with equipment that made some bad sounds then some really good sounds, good sounds that I would also say were crystal clear  harmonicly ground breaking with using any effects. The band almost seemed like coopers glen, for a moment it would be super ghetto, like the equipment was all ghetto and you could tell, then they would start rocking all the gear loud and the girl would come in with the vocals and it would all of a sudden be like this loud great band with really great sounding gear that sounded pimp. I felt like I was hearing solid rock from the guitarist at points, but I didn't like his all around flow, unlike the dude from weird war which had a pimp flow the whole time yet never had the super punch harmonic tone as deer hoof, but hey" everyonw is differen't ' RIGHT? They did seem progy at pionts, this one soung sounded a ittle like Phish. The guitarist did a drum muted palm tape along with muted picking for a smare sound. it was cool, sounded a little like Phish's maze. But I fell like cooper's glen or any combintion of sound can come to a point of rocking out and be awesome regardless the quality of the gear. I think the shittiest peice of gear has just as much soul as anythingelse. Eventho' Deer Hoof didn't blow me away, they did influence me and gave me some really cool new concepts and ideas. Very inspirational. I can see them getting wilder as the years go on. The guitar player after the show said he found his guitar amp in like some winter road somewher? It sounded great, he also palyed a gibson Les Paul studio I think. I told him he should get a BC Rich Mockingbird.  They go to show that you can make crappy gear rock if you know how to rock it. I saw bird and Crazy Coop at the shows. They are pretty cool. The Copers of Bedlam show is gonna rock. PS Stonecrop is whack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107770635306749954?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107770635306749954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107770635306749954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770635306749954' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107739419863425930</id><published>2004-02-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:12:42.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the Mint Hill, VCR, and the Nerve show last night. Only stayed to see Angela's Mint Hill project, which was really good. This chic was at the Voyeur trying to pressure Angela to start before 11 o' clock. This lady was really putting a stressfull vibe on the night, she would keep saying "you need to start, shows need to start when the bar is full, I've been to 10 shows here and I know that you show needs to start now and the bar tender is getting pissed and wants the show to start now or she'll cut the other bands off because there won't be enough time." Ironiclly, or maybe just rude and ignorant, she wasn't even staying to see the bands, she was just stressing Angela out, she was trying to make Angels feel like she didn't know what she was doing and that she was going to ruin the night. Good thing I was there. This bitchy lady had no clue who I was, and I heard her bitching and stressing Angela out, so I butted and asked her what the problem was, then she was trying to preach that this show needs to start now, its ridiculous that Angels won't start now, she gonna piss the bar tenders of............blah blah bla. Thats when I told her what was up, I told her that I've actually have put on &lt;br /&gt;over 50 shows that I've played at at the Voyeur, and that the shows shes talking about(shows that go over time) are when there is 4 to 5 bands playing and each bands set is 45 and there set up takes a half hour, Angelas set was already set up and her playing time was only 15 minutes, and the other bands stuff was already set up too and their playing time was a half hour, and same with the last band, and then I said why would you want to stress Angela out? She should feel like a Princes at that moment because she put on this show at the Voyeur that brought in a shit load of people and money. We should make sure she is having a good time and ready to rock for us, Angela is smart, she wouldn't make the show run over time, and if she did it still doesn't matter because it's her show and I told her she was in charge, so thats when I let the dumb bich know that I am the booking agent for the Voyeur and Angela can start the show whenever she wants, I pretty much told the other girl to chill out and mind her own buisness, who the fuck does she think she is? The girl was being an ass and trying to start drama, Angela is the one that found all the bands, Angels is the one that put up flyers, DO NOT BE MEAN TO HER, just because your a bar tender or freinds witht he bar tender doesn't mean you operate the show or have the right to boss people around. I also explained to her to be nice to Angela becau Angela is a personal freind of mine that really loves the Olympia music scene. So Angela was happy that I came to her side when evil people tried to stop the happy rock mission. And sure enough her show went great. I hate when people are like " I know it's gonna go too long because I've been to 10 shows here and some of them went over in time," WHO FUCKING CARES, THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS SHOW!!!!!! Angela was very smart to start the show at 11 because then the show would end by 1:15 maybe 1:30 and that keeps people buying drinks later. I think Voyeur employees sometime forget who makes them money, or how the voyeur can put food on all it's employees table. Especially since the bands don't get paid shit but a 5$ beer tab. And I've put in tons of work for the Voyeur. I've been to 100s of show at the Voyeur, so you can't fuck with me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107739419863425930?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107739419863425930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107739419863425930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107739419863425930' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107722397964835850</id><published>2004-02-19T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T12:55:40.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Potter, Williams and Zoe are at my house right now. They are really cool, I hope they like to kick it even when they get older. Ian and Sean are also here, but the first trio left. I realized yesterday that the Rang Dong shows were written wrong in the Rang Dong calander, but I fixed them. I sure can be bad with dates sometimes. I have heartburn a little lately. Cooper's of Bedlam is now official, it contains members Cooper's Glen and Vessels of Bedlam. So far it's Ben, Me, Cody and possibly Emmit. I think that Space Gnome records needs to chill, they are way too corporate for Olympia. I'm making Tombstone Brickstyle Pizza right now. I love Pizza and all my bands. I think A-Kamp is good, but my band The Punks are really because it contains key rockstars members like Slim MOon. I think he would probably kick me out if he knew me better, or actually he might like me more, we don't really talk much, we just discuss the songs then rock out. Slim Moon is semi famous because he owns Kill Rock Stars and was pals with Kurdt Cobain. I think Courtney Love should play Le Voyeur to promote her new album. I think playing a shit hole in Olympia and Courtney beating up a local indie rock chic that shes' jealous of would help her career if she told MTV to be on the scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107722397964835850?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107722397964835850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107722397964835850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107722397964835850' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107715110432454743</id><published>2004-02-18T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:41:04.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I gave my brother an A-Kamp shirt for his birthday. Flowmotion seem to be nice. I hope Chris from Stone Crop will stop slandering A-Kamp and my name around town. But I really don't care too much, he's probably jealous of my beefyness. Today I'm setting up the recording studio at LARSTAFARI's gas station, the album should revolutionize the planet. We might as well stop now before we start the next communist empire. AE is playing with us at the RANG DONG. Too bad it's gonna be called Mckinzies soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107715110432454743?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107715110432454743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107715110432454743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715110432454743' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107667661210676863</id><published>2004-02-13T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T04:52:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played a show today. It rocked the hell out of me. I fucking kcked a goat in the throat. A-Kamp is bad ass and is almost like the Gratefuldead meets the Misfits. I will destroy Stonecrop. Tugboat Annie's was pimp, and I danced the night away like Van Halen in the 80's while doing coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107667661210676863?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107667661210676863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107667661210676863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107667661210676863' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434325.post-107597805920588101</id><published>2004-02-05T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T02:50:00.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it dudes, my first official blog. It's a dairy of T. Thats me, and I'll lead you to the un promised theories of a G'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434325-107597805920588101?l=tommy-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107597805920588101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434325/posts/default/107597805920588101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommy-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107597805920588101' title=''/><author><name>Pizza T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941811819199290252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UO86W8NIrlw/R_KkgEagNcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVxUnQnByjk/S220/Pizza+T.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
