Quick Nick-isms Name: Nicholas Martin Age: 19 Loc: Tucson, AZ Occ: Student Favs: Fall, Rock & Roll, Steve Martin, X-mas, Driving, Jones Soda, Bowling (high score 186), Adam Voith, Air Drums (see picture), By Myself (My Songs), green apple anything, National Public Radio have one to add?   By Myself Dates I sing and play guitar and on occasion you can now find me doing this in public. Here's the where and and when: March 29 - w/ Reubens Accomplice & Limbeck @ the Muse Past Shows Feb 9: w/ Burning Troy and a band TBA @ Modified Arts (Phoenix) Feb 22: w/ Her Space Holiday, John Vanderslice, and Kind of Like Spitting @ Luna Loca (directions soon) Feb 23: at Bookman's on Speedway (SW Corner of Speedway and Wilmot)	Saturday, March 30 Tonight proved once again that every show has a story and an adventure to be told. I honestly played one of the strongest performances of my "career" thus far. The sound was great, my voice for the most part was dead on, and hoorah's burst from the crowd after each song: honest to God hoorah's. Plus, my usual struggle to keep the crowd entertained between songs with stage banter while tuning was not a struggle at all. In fact, I even got the, "Less talk, more rock," comment thrown at me. I believe that, despite a few minor problems with errors during a couple songs, it was a huge improvement from any of my previous shows. The night ended poorly however for personal reasons (which I opt to keep personal at the time). Resolution will come for that however. Highlights for the night include: Reubens Accomplice playing "You Do It Awfully", the skull bonfire (don't ask), seeing many, many of my good friends, playing an excellent set, and just overall having a decent night. Oh, and I wouldn't do justice to the evening without saying that the cops showed up, but, in seeing that it was such a mellow event, didn't shut it down. I fear however that Luna Loca isn't going to be allowed to do shows again because of building code problems. Alas...another Tucson venue lost. link it up | | 2:16 AM AZ Wednesday, March 27 It's nice to know that I'm actually sick, and not just breaking down. I came down with a fever and sore throat last night. I guess I had felt it coming for a couple days, but it finally hit. I've been out of commision all day, doing little to no buisness, and only stopping by my classes to pick up work, drop off assignments and explain my absences for the day. The extra sleep and time spent on the couch has been good for me I think though. Oh, and it's probably worth mentioning that I'll be playing a show on friday with Reubens Accomplice and Limbeck at the Muse. Hopefully there will be a good sized crowd there. But because of this offer to play the show, I suppose a trim on this bush that I call my hair is in order. It's really gotten out of control and needs to be stopped. It might just hurt somebody if I let it continue to grow. Most likely the victim will be me. link it up | | 1:10 AM AZ Monday, March 25 There's something on my mind...and I don't know what it is. I can't sleep, and I have no idea why. So here it is, 2:57 AM and I'm back on the computer pounding on keys, trying to write myself to sleep. And I'll tell you. I'll confess. I've been sick today, and while I still haven't figured out if it's in my head, or truely in my stomach (where I hurt), I know I'm feeling something. My day even included an apology phone call to my parents regarding my mood at dinner this evening. For the life of me I don't know what's up. I will even confess as much as to say that I nearly broke down today (read: I cried like a pansy) at the sight of a pick-up with its lights flashing, following a speeding ambulance towards the nearest hospital. The driver of the truck, surely a family member or loved one, flushed with shock or confusion over the grave situation and obvious emergency at hand. I never want to be in that situation, I thought to myself, on either side of the deal: being rushed to the emergency room, with caring individuals rushing to be by my side; or experience the horror of finding someone I love unconcious on the floor and me having to call 911 in a panic. The only way I can avoid, with certainty, situations such as these however, would be to drop out of society. Care for no one, and know not a soul to care for me. Alas, it's not the life for me. For now, I'll pack my fears away in tiny boxes and hide them in my closet, behind my clothes. They'll be the secrets I keep and confess to no one. No one but you. And I know, I come across as a nut job, but I'm not (sure, that's what all the loonies say). 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