A MacBook Named El Negro

My brother got a Mac.

Yeah, he got a laptop. We went to Best Buy tonight and looked at all the Macs that they had. I have to say, they’re pretty cool. They have a camera in it and you can create your own music RIGHT THERE on the Mac. Needless to say, I’m very jealous. I might have to ask Santa for one at Christmas.

But what I thought was funny was that my brother has a name for all of his things that mean a lot to him. Take his car for example, her name is Leila. Sweet name, right? I asked him what his iPod’s name was but my brother just said that it held his music. But now he’s got his Mac. We were discussing what to name it in the car. My brother wanted to name it after a drummer. so I said Steve, as in Steve Jordan, but my dad had the best name.

El Negro.

My brother’s white Mac is named El Negro. So original.  So now he’s sitting downstairs enjoying his new companion while whispering to himself, “This is so cool!”

And my dad responds; “It better be two thousand dollars worth of cool.”

Metal=Weight Lossage

You guys have all heard it…the heavy beat of the double bass drum petal…the screaming that sounds more or less like someone is in a load amount of pain….and the shredding guitar……yeah, that’s what i listened to on the way back from practicing with the youth worship band that I’m in. The guitarist of our trio (who is 17) is in to metal, basically the stuff i just explained. The drummer (one of my really good friends around my age) is okay with that type of stuff.

I am not.

Long story short, i hate metal. If that’s your cup of tea, then, hey I’m okay with that. You can still be my friend and listen to metal, i just probably wont look up any of the bands you give me. I’d rather stick to something with a beat and i can bob my head to.

So the guitarist was taking me and my friend (the drummer) home. The guitarists mom was nice enough to make us dinner so i was stuffed and very content. The guitarist plugs in his iPod and turns the clickwheel to find some music.

If you can call metal, “music”.

He presses play and immediately all i hear is someone dying and some crazy drum thing with a bunch of double bass drumming. The guitarist has a big sub woofer in the back of his car so all i hear is just the bass and the bass drum resonating throughout my body. I can barley hear myself talk. I try to talk to the drummer but he couldn’t hear me. Finally, I get to my house. Remember how i was stuffed with food and very content when i left? Yeah, not so much anymore. I’m actually STARVING. I go inside my house and eat another meal.

So i recommend to those who want to lose weight: go buy a big sub woofer, put it in your car or your house, put on some the best of “Lamb of God” and sit back relax and watch slowly as you get skinnier by the minute. Repeat as necessary.

dude, dont drink the kool-aid

Well, i just read the story of the Jonestown Massecre (if you don’t know what this is, look it up on maybe wikipedia) because my parents were always talking about “dont drink the kool-aid” and i was always confused on what they were saying. Being the curious kid i was, i looked it up. pretty disturbing. Jim Jones was a complete NUTJOB. My mom told me how the massecre and the story of Mesaddah were very alike and i thought how it was weird that things that happened all the way back in early AD times to the 70’s to now.

Like say you told like five people that whoever gets the most people to belive in one particular thing, you’ll get rewarded with, lets say, one billion bucks. Now who is actually drinking the kool-aid in this particular scenario that i made up? The people who are going to get rewarded and the people who are following those five people. You are the plotter of this whole thing. You are the Jim Jones. This happens in everyday life but we dont notice it because its not killing anybody or breking the law. It’s the people using these tactics.

Anyways, i just thought it was something to blog about. So, famous last words;

“Dude, don’t drink the kool-aid.”

First Post

Well, I’ve given in and started a blog again. Hey, it actually might be fun. I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to talk about something, shouldn’t I?

I’ll talk about myself. I am a teenager with a pretty awesome family. My brother is diabetic and an amazing drummer. He’s going out to California to do his last 2 years of high school. My mom is a blogger and great cook (WITH A COOL CAR). You can check out her blog if you go to http://schweersmomshouse.blogspot.com. She is an AMAZING writer, and I think I’ve inheirited some of her talent genes. Thanks, mom! My dad is a banjo player. Yep, i know pretty cool, right? He always helps me and my bro with music. And me? Well from my page title (Notes of a Bassist) you can probably conclude that I reaaaly like bass. It’s one of my big passions. I also play a lot of other instruments. I really want to be a youth minister when i get older though. 

So, that’s my family. Kinda summed up, though. I could explain a LOT more but, I don’t want to waste your time. I’ll try and keep my blog updated daily.

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