Nothing to say at all honestly. I've decided to take up tabbing again, since I can't bring myself to do anything else lately. I might as well finish tabbing I Am The Owl because I've got a half-finished tab on my hard drive and I should probably do something with it.
About a month ago I figured I had finished tabbing all of the Limp Wrist album Thee Official Limp Wrist Discography. After compiling the tabs last night and discovering I had missed one, I hastily tabbed it, submitted it, and tossed it in with the rest of the tabs and I submitted an album tab last night. Fuck yeah album tabs.
Yup, finally did it. I just finished tabbing the entire Poison Idea album "Darby Crash Rides Again." I have 31 tabs I get to submit once I'm unbanned from UG.
Citizen Fish - Habit Discharge - Why Discharge - Maimed And Slaughtered Doa - I Hate Punk Rock F.U.'s - Civil Defense F.U.'s - Me Generation Graveyard Shift - Intro Limp Wrist - Rainbows Limp Wrist - Stabbed In The Back Poison Idea - Castration Poison Idea - Give It Up Poison Idea - Plastic Bomb Poison Idea - Underage Reagan Youth - USA TSOL - Sedatives Youth Brigade - Can't Take It With You
Four of those are old tabs that I need to submit (the FU's, Graveyard shift, and DOA.) The DOA one I had completed but never put on the site for some weird reason.
Well, as most of you probably don't know, banned users can't submit tabs. So now all because I had to post that "Fuck Yeah Seaking" picture I can't post a tab. Which is problem numero uno.
Next thing I notice is the Poison Idea tabs. I tabbed out Plastic Bomb, which is one of the greatest songs ever written. I should have checked first, since there already is a tab for Plastic Bomb, complete with all instrumentations. And it was submitted in late 2006. I really should have checked first. Just briefly.
Well, my version does correct some of the innaccuracies of his tab, and since he's unregistered I can't just give him the corrections. Besides, my tab is in text format, his is in Guitar-Pro. So whatever. My tab isn't bad, it's actually pretty good. So I'll submit it and see what the Great Tabbing Overlords have to say.
I do however have some tabs ready to submit. I finished a Limp Wrist tab, "Punk Ass Queers," and I have almost finished that song Sedatives by TSOL, complete with solo. Yay. I may also get around to finishing that tab I did a long time ago for that song "Habit" by Citizen Fish. I fixed all the problems, now I just need to finally figure out the last few riffs.
Lame. I mean I'm not blaming UG or anything, but I would have reconsidered doing what I did if I had known this. Oh well, I'll just have a batch of tabs to upload in about 43 days.
So basically I'm not going to reach that whole "100 tabs before my 19th birthday" goal. I got fucking sidetracked. School, apathy, and I just got bored with tabbing. This happens every time I set a goal. I tab out a song. Cool.
I tab out another. Righteous.
I tab out a slightly harder song. Bitchin'.
I tab two songs from the same album. Hells fuckin' yeah.
I decide to tab out all the songs from an entire album. Fuck that, I'm giving up.
That's how it always goes. So from now on, I'm just going to tab the songs I like. No particular order. I'll still take requests, but people always seem to pick the hardest songs or songs I don't have. I might do those Richard Hell songs, but I'm just can't figure those fuckers out. I don't know why, but I can't.
This is a story I wrote when I was drunk. I don't know why.
They say the heros quest is a lonely one. It's a difficult road, with death at every curve and danger at every intersection. Some people would give it up after a while, but it's the only way I know how to drive. I don't know about you guys, but I didn't buy a Corvette so I could drive the speed limit. I looked around on the open road. It was a nice beautiful California day. The sun was out and it was fuckign hot. Fuck this California weather. They call it the Golden State, because this stupid sun bakes everytihng until it's golden brown. There's not much I can do, so I drive on. I've got more important things to worry about. I look at my sidekick, barnacle boy, and I can see that he's thinking the exact same thing as I am. "Fuck this California sun." I asked him politely to get out the dossier on our target. Some big shot. First degree armed robbery and three counts of 1st degree murder. Some kind of dragon, and he pulled a big heist over at a local bank. Killed three people in the process, 2 cops and a civilian. Standard procedure. No one can rob a bank politely these days. It's all "Give me the money, or else I'll shoot," and then the bullets go flying. No one has any courtesy these days. "So, you got a plan, or are we gonna play this one by ear, like last time.?" My partner Barnacle Boy was still pretty butthurt over our last job. It was a pretty easy job. Some counterfeiter jumped bail, so we went to find him. Thing was, this man was not only good at makign money but we was batshit insane and paranoid to boot. So his residence was just littered with traps. Barnacle Boy got shot minor shrapnel damage on his leg after he stepped on what must be the worlds weakest land mine ever. It was like a fucking "My first land mine!" toy. Fucking pussy. "Keep your mouth shut, it's not my fault you run in always assuming that everything is fucking safe. Now tell me where the fuck I'm driving. I don't wanna get this done and go home." I'm a busy man. Whiskey isn't going to drink itself.
