an ode to the boss ds-1

ojk practiced the other night. we are working on a song i wrote and i am very self concious about it. i don't want to talk about it.
on an impulse i sold phil my old boss ds-1, the second guitar pedal i ever bought in my entire life (pedal one got stolen by some kid in high school. he showed up to school with it a few days after it went missing with a few knobs pulled off. it was clearly mine because i asked him where he got it and he said from bob's guitars, that was dumb because bob's guitars didn't carry that brand. i couldn't steal it back it was a huge moral dillema. he would not admit he stole it so i just let him have it. that was kindof stupid now that i think of it). i had been using the ds-1 since my sophmore year of high school. (one tear)

o ds-1 i miss you already
but we have grown apart and your sound was so trebely
serve phil well and distort his bass
i am sad to part, but it is for the best

that was a poem that i wrote for it because i was sad.


other things happened but i forgot. i think i need to keep a piece of paper in my pocket so i can write down what i did, because i do a lot of cool things that i want to retell, but i can never remember them.
i am listening to the new maylene and the sons of disaster ep and wishing i was in a dirt southern rock band.
der.