The golden color of this - Pimm’s #1 and some Canadian Club what have you, delicately blended with a bit of dry vermouth - is the thing I hope will eventually reach down into my subconscious and pull out something that you, the viewer, will find meaningful. I hope it will be like commercials with vibrant and diverse landscapes cut with bedroom acoustic Leo Kottke wish-we-weres and close-ups of smart phones. We’ll do a triumphant victory lap around the whole country in under 30 to 55 seconds, depending on whether we’re in the long or short play version. It’s become a little bit more red, the color of the drink. Now, as fast as it fades, it leaves a bare impression of one thing that I wish it were, next to nothing in the hall of valor. The red on the left; the yellow on the right; the right side on the front of an an orphanage deep in the meaning of lone if I could understand the lone that I begin from. I’m not a self; only a thing sprouted from the ends of both instances of warped beauty and worm. I could only wish that the V’s were the same as the O’s and I don’t know how much longer I can Write. I can stand and I can Live but I’m almost out of memory.
So I started drooling a lot lately. Every time I look at the ground I end up staring at a viscous extension of mucous and saliva departing from my mouth and arriving at the floor. I’d just like to point out the the first thing I’ve written in months is mainly about the level of saliva I’ve been producing.I’m dumb now. I’ve nothing of the vocabulary and articulation of my youth. I wake up to espresso and bed to beer. My mind has been destroyed, as well as my memories. I wish I could just wake up and feel healthy, but that would have required me to not have been drinking heavily earlier this evening. And now. I’m still going. I’m not going to let up because it’s already too late. I was slobbering on myself as far back as three weeks ago. Which brings me to
My continued efforts on my band’s album. It’s a simple 7-song plus interludes 23 minute EP. Yet I, as an inexperienced engineer with limited resources, have managed to draw it out way further than necessary. I’ve heard the same songs at least a hundred times a piece, and it’s killing me. That statement said with the assumption that the me of which I speak is the one found within my mind, and not just the one I find in my body.
Family Guy is a piece of shit.
Television is a piece of shit.
Popular Culture is the worst.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDMo5cIJN3A
I have no desire to be like the man in the Old Spice commercials.
What is a man? This question is meaningless. It is meaningless because it assumes that a man is something that is different than the rest of it, different than the rest of life. It assumes that a man is it’s own object, it’s own meaningful classification that separates itself from say, a chair. A man has about as little bearing as an ant. A man is nothing in the face of the rest of the universe. A man needs to eliminate the pride; give up and accept his place near the bottom. The sun is not a man. The sun is The Sun. An entity far greater than all futile classifications which our “mentally adept” consciousnesses could ever comprehend. Let’s talk about the big, not the little jock-straps and shit that people I’ve no idea rely upon for normalcy. Muscles grow on all Mammals.
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BIGOTED FUCKS WHERE DO YOU GET OF DECIDING WHAT MARRIAGE MEANS WHAT HEALTH INSURANCE COVERS I’M SO CLOSE TO -KILLING (but really, what can I do? Even my own so called progressive friends aren’t willing to accept their own wrongdoing/sexism/bigotry/misogyny and accept that ultimately, they are part of the problem and need to remain self-critical and change) - ONE OF THESE IGNORANT OLD FASHIONED SELF PRESERVING UNWILLING TO CHANGE FUCKS. Get a fucking life. Read some books. And ask yourself - Is this the best way I can treat my fellow humans? Because, when it comes down to it, we are all that we have.
Dear The Edge Ready Room,
Wearing a jacket and vest with no tie and the top button unbuttoned looks like shit.
-Me
P.S. your commercial is an awful piece of outmoded sexist bullshit
“I used to think that the way to be strong, was to be tough. I used to think that to be independent was to not need anyone. But, she’s taught me that the more vulnerable you are and the softer you are and the more you allow people into your life and into your heart the happier you are and the more valuable you are to other people.” — Portia de Rossi (via e-pic)
I’m gonna go up north this week and hopefully get some more demos recorded with The Spots… I’m also gonna start work on a solo album, and record some sessions with my old guitarist. I’ll be posting all the stuff I do here. Also, more writing!
I’ve been drumming for my friend Mike and we’re calling ourselves Heavier Than A Death In The Family. We’ve also got Liz on lead guitar, but nobody is singing yet, mainly because Mike hasn’t written any words to any of the songs yet. The photo is from our first show Saturday night…. It was weird; the cops were already out front when we started playing, so the atmosphere was really tense. Head Staples, liz’s other band, hardly even got to play their set before they were told that they absolutely had to turn it down. A band like Head Staples just isn’t the same without the volume…
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-25) -
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
“While the rest of the world is converting material into a mediocre utilitarian reality the very act of making a painting or a sculpture today is a radical act of political consequence. The tendency to make art useful, socially significant or, overtly political using the methods, messages and media tools of those who anyway want to control, buy and sell the world is to risk compromising art in its freedom and radicalism.” — Anthony Cragg, part of “Cutting up Material”
“I need to drink this beer”
“Why?!”
“What?”
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“Dude I really need to spray right now”
“Yea, I really gotta poop too but I know if I get on the pot I won’t poop at all; I’ll just fart a bunch”
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“DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS”
“USE WORDS”
“DICKS IS WORDS”
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“I like yoghurt because it, like, gives me my dairy servings without having to drink milk”
“Isn’t yoghurt, like, made from milk?”
“Nah brah, that’s totally wrong”
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“The only thing I ever post on my tumblr is Bill Murray”
“That’s so cool!”
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“I want to die”
“So do I”
“No you don’t”