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Name: Nicholas Martin
Age: 19
Loc: Tucson, AZ
Occ: Student
Favs: Fall, Rock & Roll, Steve Martin,
X-mas, Driving, Jones Soda, Bowling, Adam Voith, Air Drums (see picture), The New Songs (My Songs)
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sing and play guitar and on occasion you can now
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Jan 25:
w/ Table For One and Burning Troy @ the Living
Room
Feb 9: w/ Burning Troy and a band TBA @
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I find significance in insignificant things. I see it as a curse rather than a blessing, but it does make good writing material (which is much needed in slow times). Tonight the little event that seemed noteworthy was windows in my car fogging over from the cold. Sure, a common occurrence to most, and to me as well, but as everyone knows steamy windows are symbolic of one thing; lots of kissing. However, this is the first winter that I've spent driving my '99 Hyundai Elantra without the girl that I kissed countless times, steaming the windows and feeling the highest exhilaration I've known. Oh the times that we'd laugh while driving slightly over the speed limit at 11:52pm, rushing to get her in the door before curfew, all the while trying everything in our power to clear the windshield of the fog that we had created. Now I can't help feeling a little somber as I turn on the heater, air conditioning, and defroster on my dashboard for the soul reason that it's cold outside and my body alone still creates heat. The winter is young, but at this point I don't envision having to "defog" for any other reason in the next few months.
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| 1:16 AM AZ
Some kids have nice hobbies. At my age they include: the betterment of one's means of transportation (aka Hot-Rodding), various artistic endeavors such as painting, sculpting, and graphic design, athletic challenges and physical activities, etc. I am not generally one of those kids. I have found my way into another, more serious hobby of promoting small rock and roll concerts. For the most part it has been very rewarding experience for me; I get to meet some of my favorite bands, I get lots of free stuff and I've learned a lot about the business. Sure I've lost a little bit of money, but hobbies usually aren't known for making anyone very much cash, so I've seen it as an investment in my happiness...until now.
Tonight really made me re-think the "business" that I have chosen to invest my time and money in. You may know that you're doing the wrong thing when you find yourself asking straight-edge hardcore kids if they "have your back" if something goes wrong with the bands. I did just that on this Monday evening.
As the concert got underway, and the first two bands finished their emotionally charged sets, it was obvious that there were not nearly enough people who paid at the door for me to pay the touring bands what I told them I would. The $300 that I needed tonight was nowhere to be found. I guessed that probably 30 people had paid at the door ($6 a head) and I had $40 in my back account. Combined, I was still $80 short of my goal and unsure that the band would be very understanding. Black eyes and a broken nose came to mind when I thought about how little money I had. I was truly scared that the band would be so upset that they'd take it out of my hide. Good friends watched and stood nearby as the transaction of money took place at the end of the show. Luckily the band, although not happy, was somewhat understanding and accepted what I gave them with only the threat of "The booking agent may give you hell over this."
So in conclusion, I am involved in something that I occasionally have to worry about my health in the hands of complete strangers. I'm not sure it's a risk that I'm willing to take for much longer, particularly with the hope of leaving town still in the somewhat near future. So yes, the end of my alter ego: The Last Rock Star may be looming. Time will tell though.
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| 1:05 AM AZ
Walking into an empty house is never a pleasant thing. Dark, with shades drawn, this place gives me the creeps. I'm usually a pretty happy guy on days when it is overcast and rainy, after all the desert is a dry, awful place unless the scent of moisture is in the air, but today the clouds just make things that much darker. My folks have been out of town for almost 3 days now and the memories of how much I hate taking care of an entire house are starting to set in. I swear that if I had a girl, the kind you could talk to, I would end every journal that I've been keeping for months. I'd call her everyday and talk to her for hours on end. We'd tease, and flirt, say beautiful things to one another, and just be happy as anything. I used to have someone like that, now it's just a thing of dreams.
Loneliness wouldn't be so bad if I had somebody to share it with.
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| 3:50 PM AZ
Something about today screamed. "I am different from all your other days!" and it was. It had all the earmarks of uniqueness but lacked the drama necessary to stand out from all my other days. Above all, I acted like a fool today. I acted like what most people call a JERK. I didn't mind it so much though, and neither did most people that I was mean to. I guess I just got sick of always being such a nice, understanding, and safe guy to be around. Today was a change. Probably not permanent but a change nonetheless.
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| 12:01 AM AZ
It appears that I'm going to see Saves the Day in Phoenix tonight. I don't quite know what to make of it. I'm going up and probably paying $10-12 to get in, which I can't afford right now, see two bands I don't care for (Saves the Day, Hey Mercedes) and another that I enjoy (Thursday). For some reason I can't shake the feeling that I shouldn't leave the comfort of Tucson.
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| 12:04 PM AZ
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