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[Mar. 2nd, 2009|02:43 pm] |
so I'm halfway through Denis Johnsons vietnam epic Tree Of Smoke, and I just realized the whole time I've been imagining the character of Black Man as Robert Downey Jr. in Tropic Thunder. Now I can't take him seriously.
Also I got a bunch of new records in the mail today from fusetron, and they sent me a copy of the Daily Planet (the paper clark kent writes for) with a bunch of write ups on Superman. So that's pretty cool too. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
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| | Vivian Girls- Tell the World | ] |
Yesterday was a really good day!
I decided not to hang out with Rachael, and I spent most of the afternoon lounging on the back patio by the pool, with a some beers and a book and some pot I had found.
The sky was really bright blue, really bright blue, and when the pelicans would glide over my head they looked surreal and super-imposed. I was trying to look at the sun as it went down, but it was sinking behind the house, so I took my book and my beer and found a ladder in the garage, and I climbed up to the apex of the roof.
And it was great up there! There were dragon flies buzzing around my head and on the ground these kids on skateboards were cruising around the sidewalks (I love the sound of skateboards on sidewalks, I wish I had a cd of it to fall asleep to).
So the sun was stuck between two palm trees for a while but right before it went down it came out and then there was this crazy yellow light on me, and then it was really gone. I wish you coulda seen it!
Yup, yesterday was pretty good! Today I had to work, but yesterday I finished a whole book, in the sun. |
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| Ever do nothing and, gain nothing from it? Ever feel stupid and realize you really are? |
[Feb. 5th, 2009|12:27 am] |
I just bought two copies of the Blank Dogs "The Fields" album (1 on vinyl, 1 on cassette), an album I already HAVE on cd on the basis that
a)It's a great album, and an important one I think, as I predict that once they put out their double LP In The Red records they will really blow up (Jay Reatard, Black Lips and Dirtbombs all put out albums on in the red right before signing to majors)
b)I thought the cassette was really cool and all, but I felt that to REALLY OWN an album, you should have it on vinyl. When I was a young punk some old punk gave me a huge box of his old records from mid to late 80s. There was some good stuff but I was thinking "where's all thee PUNK SHIT man, this guy was around in the PRIME TIME, where's all the fucking (insert classic punk band) records??
And then I found them. At the bottom of the box. Dubbed onto cassettes from friends. Real bummer right?
LOOK: I'm not that fucking crazy. Format/ presentation matters somewhat. Barack Obama may have great ideas for "change" but he doesn't present them in fucking sweatpants right? No, he wears a sexy power suit. Presentation right?
I guess I just don't want to be that guy, I'd like to have something tangible for posterity, to be able to show I didn't fucking sleep through the musical revolution that was happening in my hayday. I want to be the (non-creepy) old guy talking to some young kid and going "Oh, Pink Reason? Sure I saw them. Bet you've never seen a copy of their first single have you? You can keep that"
That would be cool. It's not the whole reason I'm weird and fucked up about buying music, but still. That would be cool. |
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| It was easy, it was cheap, go and do it! |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|09:44 pm] |
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| | Desperate Bicycles- The Medium Was Tedium | ] |
Just got done watching Realms of the Unreal, the Henry Darger documentary. I'd been kind of a passing fan of his for a little while, I thought his artwork was really great, but I never knew much of his story, except that his work was only discovered crammed in his apartment when he died.
This was a great movie! I always thought his "style" was intentional, but finding out that he had absolutely no training in art (he didn't even go to school, he grew up in a kind of childrens asylum) and that he usually traced pictures of people from the newspaper and then painted them as illustrations for his (15,000 page) epic... is pretty mind blowing.
I have never been a fan of dadaism I can't say, it seems kind of too self-conscious of the art world and its own lineage (even as a rebellion against it, or whatever) to really be what it claims. But, at least to me, it seems like Darger has unintentionally outdone it, creating actual viable art out of essentially nothing. Not reacting to art, but operating totally in a vacuum from it. This is where I would normally say "PUNK ROCK!" but it's not even.......
I don't know what it is. It's awesome.
Anyway if you haven't seen it, it's probably at your local library, or you can see it in 12 parts on youtube if you can handle the uh, youtube quality.You really feel bad for the guy. You'd think a movie made 30 years after the guy died, with no footage of him, no friends, and only like 2 pictures wouldn't be that great but it's pretty moving. And inspirational! I think I'm gonna go make something! It's easy, it's cheap go and do it.
PUNK ROCK! |
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|10:03 pm] |
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| | Pink Reason- The Devil Always WIns | ] |
marco life rules, ok.
for now.
Have internet access for the first time since I lived at home. love my room mates. not near as socially isolated as I thought I'd be. Paying practically nothing to live here.
Doctor Scientist tapes are almost here. Look, a cassette label is tiny and no one cares but I love it, I can't explain.
Looking for another band... I got excited when I found out Tee Pee was from miami but he's apparently already got a cassette on Jerkwave. Anyway.
So life's ok, in the face of car problems, a job that's not so great (on paper), and unending failed take offs with relationships, nothing is different except that I'm ok with it. Who knows.
Started writing again not just songs that no one will hear like usual. I'm trying my hand at short stories.... I dono if I'm any good, or even if they make sense being so short. It's tricky to include backstory and context in a story that's only a few paragraphs.
If you feel like having a song stuck in your head try "Which Way To Go" by Eddy Current Supression Ring. I've also had "Way I Walk" by Agent Side Grinder in my head all day. "The way that I walk is just the way that I walk. The way that I talk is just the way that I talk."
I have not had Pink Reason's cover of Freebird in my head. I wish they would have played it when I saw them though.
Sam and Jessica and I just drew our profiles on the wall in magic marker in various positions. Not compromising positions though... uncompromising positions. |
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| Schools and factorys make me sick, rather just stand here and sell my dick! |
[Sep. 10th, 2008|07:36 pm] |
Trying to think of something to do for as much money with as little effort as possible. Too chicken to sell drugs. Too straight to sell my dick. Also too chicken to sell my come! Apparently you don't just jack off in a cup, they hook you up to a device similar to what you would see on a cows udder at an industrial sized farm. Way too risky. Ever hear that joke about the guy that gets his cock stuck in the "milking machine that doesn't let go til it gets 100 gallons!" That's not funny man.
In romance news, I seem to have had another crash landing before I even left the runway.What am I doing wrong here? I tell you folks, these are hard times for the poor,unskilled,uneducated, and occasionally inconsiderate. Women. Go figure.
But I'm working on all that.Taking on a second job soon, and even teaching myself french! Are you fucking ready for that?? I'm looking at you, cute french girls who I'm pretty sure were talking about me a couple months ago! Can you handle a rapidly executed zinger, delivered in impeccable grammatically correct French?? Now who's "les encompetent"?
Oh yeah, and my car is completely and totally dead, forever and ever. If anyone wants to give me a scooter or something let me know. It's at least 20 miles on my bike to work, which isn't TOO bad but it takes 2 hours and then I have to work after, then do it again. Also as luck would have it, the fucking stupid naples bus stops running by the time I'm off work. Ok. I'm done. I needed one post to just bitch. I mean I know they're all bitching but usually it's uh, different. Or...ok. I'm really done |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|07:55 pm] |
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| | Pocahaunted- Moccasinging | ] |
Sure there's actual news in my life, but as the seniors like to say, "I'd complain, but who'd listen?" Instead here's some things that are bullshit!
1)PEDICURES
I got my first one today because it was REALLY slow at work, and don't get me wrong, it was great. But let's call it what it is: a wet footrub. Really ladies, you can't polish and clip your toenails on your own? The only reason anyone would pay for one is to get their nasty little feet rubbed by a stranger. Not a bad concept, but any hooker worth her stones can give you a good footer. Bullshit.
2)THE WORD "BRACKISH"
A made up word for saltwater mixed with freshwater. Let's get this straight: saltwater mixed with fresh water= fucking saltwater! Can you drink it? No? Too salty? Thats because it's fucking saltwater! You don't mix tea and water and get some magical new drink! You get watered down tea. Jeez.
3)A MILLION LITTLE PIECES by James Frey
This might seem obvious but I'm not calling bullshit because he lied about some stuff, it's just a stupid,stupid book. He's such a whiny little girl about the whole affair it's impossible to read. Just when you think it is maybe readable, he'll throw in some self pitying bullshit like "The shower is scalding hot, but it's ok, I deserve it." Boo hoo Jim! It's like getting the worst blowjob of your life and just when you're thinking 'okay I can handle this', the girl cuts one really loud. I would reccomend this book to someone who shit in my washing machine, or that kid that gave me a wedgie in front of that girl I really liked in 5th grade.
4)TELEVISION SHOWS
Jenny was complaining to me about this a couple weeks ago and the more I think about it the dumber it seems. I have to step out of my busy life for a half hour at a designated time to see who's gonna get in a fight on "Rock of Love" or whatever? And then I gotta wait a whole week to see what happens next? What is this the 1930s?? Am I waiting by the radio to see how Space Ranger is gonna get himself out of his latest quagmire? Booooo TV! If I were to bring back the sex analogy, this would be like getting a high-priced prostitute(who was that trainwreck the senator was banging? Heidi something...?), and then right in the middle she's going "Okay, We'll finish this after my lunch hour". What am I paying you for Comcast?? I'd much rather veg out with season 2 of weeds for a couple hours.
5)FOOD
If you know me you already know how I feel about food. I may be alone here, but I fucking hate food! I'm not saying none of it tastes good. Hell, I've spent the last few years of my life struggling with a flaming hot cheeto addiction. But c'mon. Willy Wonka had the right idea with that pill you take that tastes like whatever whatever. Just get it over with so I can get on with my day! I'm at home in the middle of drawing some sweet Batman picture and all of a sudden my stomach hurts and I gotta drop what I'm doing, PUT SHOES ON, drive somewhere, spend money, etc. etc. (I know that the girls reading this are going "Just go grocery shopping every once in a while", but for a guy that doesn't cook, trying to buy my own groceries is like sending a toddler to the mall for his own school supplies. You might get a pencil or two, but mostly it'll be a bunch of 25 cent slime hands and crap from Spencer gifts. 10 hungry man dinners, box of slim jims, fun size starburst and an Archie? Check!)
And restauraunts are THE WORST! I gotta drop 50 bucks just so I can call it a real date? And everything's gone in 30 minutes?? I'd much rather go on a date to the flea market or something. Even at the zoo you can at least take pictures! What am I gonna do with a mug shot of her squid ravioli, and my hot dog?? Fuck.
Anyway I have a bunch more but this is already really long. I'll try not to wait 12 weeks next time. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2008|04:09 am] |
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| | times new viking | ] |
also, if somebody wants to find this shirt for me I will marry/pay them!
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[Jun. 1st, 2008|06:42 pm] |
there's a giant rainbow of life out on the bay. It's like God is smiling at me upside down, saying you are my most beautiful creation
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| all the old ladies are on their way to church...you're going to church?? |
[Jun. 1st, 2008|07:24 am] |
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| | NY Dolls- Lookin for a Kiss (not really, but it fit) | ] |
It's 7:30 AM. I should be sleeping, but sleep is not to be had this weekend. In another hour I'm going to go get batteries for my camera and take pictures of old ladies in their sunday dresses around the island.
Oh yeah I'm on Marco.I stayed up all night getting stoned and watching paper rad videos, and researching 90s cartoons/toys.(Remember Dino Riders?? Remember that turtle zord on power rangers who only came out once in a while to make the Ultra Zord?? His name was Tor! Wasn't he fucking cool??)
Anyways so yeah I just went outside to poke the catfish that swarm around the dock in the pre-dawn weirdness, and I caught the sunrise. It was all pretty breathtaking until some rabble-rousing coconut came flying down and pegged me in my right ulna. So I'm back inside.
Oh yeah so I'm a giant fucking pig! Where the fuck did all these food wrappers and beer cans come from??
Oh yeah so the Thomas Function full length still rules! Remember when you went through that phase where 70s punk was so fucking cool and you read every fucking thing about it like Please Kill Me and shit and they were going "Oh yeah so Television was like one of the first punk bands" and you're like "That seems like a fucking stretch you know, maybe I'm missing something". Well it is, and you weren't. But if they really WERE a punk band then I imagine Marquee Moon would have sounded like the Thomas Function album. That's also how I feel about Joy Division vs. the first Frustration album. Punk rules ok?
Did I mention I bought my first ever pair of sandals on Marco today??? I promise I will never ever wear them outside the beach or water parks, but hey, when in rome... |
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| Cocaine habit, mighty bad, it's the worst old habit that I ever had |
[May. 19th, 2008|07:10 pm] |
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| | Memphis Jug Band-Cocaine Habit Blues | ] |
Dear coke,
thanks for turning my friends into moody antisocial a-holes. I mean sure you're awesome the first time, but they basically spend the rest of their lives trying to recreate that first time, until all the original reasons they did coke to begin with (feeling interesting, wanting to talk to people, feeling good at all..) have gone. But it doesn't stop there does it? There's the self loathing that comes with understanding you just spent a weeks pay to feel too wired, and eventually spending a weeks pay to basically feel self-loathing. Let's see what else... heart attacks at 24? No, too obvious... what about alienating their friends? Because let's face it, their friends just don't understand how it feels do they? Stifling, feeling uncomfortable everywhere... what do they know about that? No no it's different. How about all the lies lies lies? They hate themselves for it but the lies sure help! Sure their friends know they do coke, but if they really knew how much..why, those people would think I had a problem! Deviated septums, yellow eyes, yellower teeth, depression,paranoia,(it's illegal remember?Hold on I thought I heard a car...) fucking brain damage.
Maybe I'm being melodramatic. But fuck goddamn. People need to handle their shit. All this deep-rooted anger coming up just from listening to this old blues song. Ok I'm done. |
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| oh no, I'm being swallowed up, stuck inside the world |
[May. 13th, 2008|06:14 pm] |
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| | blank dogs-stuck inside the world | ] |
sitting around listening to jesus and mary chain, reading the necronomicon, back on antidepressants for the first time in years and years... what am I fucking 14? why am i so bummed on life? I don't get it.
These meds are weird to get used to... I get fucked up so easily. I have to be really careful drinking, and pot, fucking forget it. I tried getting high the other day.. I didn't even smoke that much, and suddenly I was so high all I could do was lay in my bed and listen to l. cohens "famous blue raincoat" over and over. This has happened before except I think last time it was "lemonade" by the cuts.
I found a neat looking book about houdinis life in the library, but I can't check out books as I owe them approximately 800 gabezillion dollars. My french punk comp still hasn't come in yet but I have gotten an infinity of weird-punk junk like the blank dogs and cheveu.
Anyway.. this necronomicon is fucking weird though... I didn't even know it was a real book.All sorts of weird spells and "histories of the black earth". I wonder if it was really written by the Mad Arab in 800 AD. Ok I better go I have to summon Ish Niggurath, the fire demon, in a few minutes. peace |
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| I want to breathe the air, I want my brain back |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|05:30 pm] |
Wow! This girl is like a breath of fresh air! Enough to make me forget about all the bullshit..(there's alot!). So I dono... my luck hasn't totally turned around yet but as far as that, hell yes.
Part of my life philosophy is that sometimes bad luck just has a hard on for you, and you just have to bend over and take it.
After that you should be okay for a while. Anyways, I was spouting such wisdom at work when somebody pointed out that this only applies if you don't like taking it in the butt.. so I guess if that's how you feel I would say that sometimes you bend over... and you don't get anything! Bum out!! I could go on about bad luck shooting its load and needing time to recuperate, but this is obviously really stretching the anal sex analogy.(ew)
Well I can't really remember where I was going with that but on a related note, according to my "sextrology" as a leo, my gay turn ons include leather and analingus! Hey this stuff really works! (Jess got fisting!)
And if you really want to know how this run of bad luck has affected me, and I were to really be serious, and drop some Wilson-like knowledge (home improvement?) I would compare it to my recent trip to mardi-gras in new orleans, (which fucking ruled by the way!)
New Orleans is a pretty... interesting town right, but with mardi-gras going on it's hard to really swallow it whole, to really get any sense of what's going on in the midst of all this madness and drunken depravity. The only time you can really SEE the city is when you're leaving the party.. you go on this big bridge on I-10, and from there you can really see what's beautiful, what needs fixing, and what was irrepairably damaged in the Great Flood.
It's good for everyone to take both feet out of the party sometimes, no matter what terrible circumstances lead up to your departure.
Also, can I go for an entire entry without talking about records, namely the new Inepsy and how much it fucking rules? Guess not! |
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[Jan. 30th, 2008|06:30 pm] |
She flies her plane over my house upside down every afternoon. Is she saying she wants me so much she'd pay for a plane to my yard? Or is she saying look at this: I never gave a damn for anything but fun in the air.
I just don't get it. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2007|04:16 pm] |
just when you think everything sucks because you got really high and dropped 160 bucks on records online,you look outside and there's a fucking dolphin jumping and splashing around like 50 feet away and you're like hey man, the sun is shining! |
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[Aug. 30th, 2007|05:31 pm] |
holy shit.
The new black lips album is so fucking good.It's still that acid punk thing they do but with like folk or country.
All the hipsters are gonna be like "oh their early stuff is so much better" but it's so not. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2007|08:45 am] |
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holy shit day 3 in the island pad and I'm having a fucking blast. saturday and last night were insane. The levels of drunken depravity achieved this weekend can't even be described here.Or won't anyway.
The only thing I could complain about (if I really had to find something) is that I keep waking up early as fuck. Oh well.
Anyways I guess I should be off, I've got a busy day of smoking joints and floating around in the pool ahead of me.
This is the fucking life. |
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| Salvageable, and free for the night |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|12:22 pm] |
So I now have two days off a week, AND elise has moved to orlando.. I gotta figure out something to do with all this free time before I end up in the nervous hospital, or, more likely, with my head in a bottle. Speaking of bottles, I waited 3 hours at South Street last night for a band that ended up being awful. But at least I got to see some friends...
OH, and also, I somehow landed an amazing job house sitting for one of my coworkers, who lives on Marco Island, right on the water. She is encouraging me o have parties the whole week, help myself to her liquor, fish, and have a good time. I dono how much fishing I'll get in, but if you're reading this you're invited to a party there next weekend, just call me first to let me know who's coming.
AND I get a hundred bucks out of it. I think I'm gonna like house sitting.
After that I will need a hobby or something. Im spending a lot of time reading and jacking off, which is ok I guess but I feel like I should be doing something better like... yoga. Ok not yoga, but you know, something productive. Yeah, definitely not yoga though. |
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| How do you feel now your fever's down? Still feel the ceiling spinning round and round |
[Jul. 22nd, 2007|12:04 pm] |
What the fuck who gets sick in july? I'm dying over here, and elise's hippy medicine is not helping me at all.
Hell, I had a bunch of stuff to write about but I can't even think right. I cut my hair again. My mullet seems to want to grow back like crazy I had to do it reallly short. It feels weird but I don't have to fuck around with it every day at least. One more week til philly! and after that hopefully mumpsy in orlando on my birthday which is august third...send food.Next month I quit wal-greens to work full time at the salon which is great.
Uhm... here are some funny things that have been said to/by/around me this month:
1. Guy at Spice Rack w/ hat: "Put this on your head when you jack off!"(he then proceeded to belt out 'mojo risin', but changed the words to "Choco-latte!"
2.Extremely Annoying Kid (while I'm working)"Dude I saw you going into the spice rack the other day!"
Me: "Uh that wasn't me."
EAK:"Yeah dude you were wearing sunglasses and a shirt that said "'I'm in ur base, killin ur d00dz'"
Assistant manager: "Ha!"
3. "I dunno man it's all confusing, like what does it all mean?"
"........what does 'what does it all mean' mean?"
4."Here sweety gabe is going to shampoo you, he WON'T get your underwear wet"
Also I've been enjoying a newfound ability of admitting I'm wrong, which used to be pretty painful for me. Now I find myself doing it all the time. Here are some things I've been wrong about recently:
1. Everyone being 'over' against me!. According to spin magazine they made the album of the year! They compared it (favorably?) to nirvana's Nevermind.
2. Spin being an okay magazine.
3. Of Montreal sucking.(Thanks matt and danielle!)
4. Anything health food related being violently disgusting.
5. Me being "pretty much like tim 'the toolman' taylor." (Although my bike is up and running again, my tape deck, stereo speakers, phone, car radio, and actually most of my car, remain unfixable).
6.Saying I would never wear sandals, even if I was dead. This is probably the most offensive (to me) Because I have been so adamantly against sandals, and still like them about as much as camo shorts... but I did almost buy a pair for the beach the other day. I didn't, but I get this terrible feeling that it's only a matter of time.
7. Gyms being for meatheads and jocks. They're also for sweaty women, homosexuals, and most recently, myself.
Anyway that's all I got right now. I have to puke. |
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