13 Months

2009/10/28

Is it weird that I listen to this thing almost every morning? No, I didn’t think so either. Whoever made this has a real ear.

I’m on my eighth day visiting the place that I lived in for over five years and I don’t miss this place at all. These people are good people. We have all of the same issues and goals in life (to some extent). It’s just this place. Driving around, seeing sights so familiar.  It’s an ugly place with air that is hard to breathe. Everything looks the same and the people all look miserable. I don’t believe that any one area can drag a person down or lead him to a life of underachievement and escapism by booze, but I think it can definitely make things worse. And this is one of those places. I hope that either these people find their niche in this area, or all of them can move out. Move on. And hopefully not in their parent’s basement.

In other news, I’m heading north to San Francisco for Halloween. I’m really excited to spend some time in a new city, making new friends, reconnecting with old. It should be a gay ole’ time.

I’ve been reading more. Made some real strides in the last year. It’s been good. It’s been hard. It’s been a bit dull. Things are moving up. Basically what I’m saying is that 13 months goes real God Damn Fast.

 

This weekend I spent 40 hours down at the Gorge watching drunk girls cry and drunk dudes try to sneak into EVERYTHING. Still, it was better than the Grateful Dead. The things that made me the happiest were:

1) People Banging at the Top of the Hill during the Decemberists

2) The Avett Brothers

3) Spencer Moody calling everybody “Rich Momma’s Boys” and “homophobes”, to “Eat a Bowel of Wet Dicks”, rubbing his crotch in people’s faces and making out with a dude

4) Surprisingly, Erykah Badu and NIN

5) Getting a wicked farmer’s tan.

It was a damn boring job but I got to catch some good acts and make some money. But I missed Rainfest.

Well…fuck it.

I couldn’t find a decent live version of this.  But these guys tore it up.

These guys also tore it up. Bonin’ on rocks has to be bad for the skin.

On the way to a good summer. But seriously, there is a HUGE disconnect between concert go-ers and concert workers.  No one gets one another. And these guys were a nice big bag o’ dicks. And some hot girls.  And they ALL got drunk on $9 beers.  Jesus…

My favorite

My favorite

 

Best thing I saw in Chicago was the Yousef Karsh exhibit. They were portraits that I’ve seen all over but seeing the originals had a real beauty to it. My actual favorite was the one of Kurt Vonnegut but I couldn’t find it and I think this one represented the exhibit better.

Check it out @ http://www.karsh.org/

Assuming no one reads this.

Probably a good thing.dark nightNever thought I’d see such an empty street in Chicago.

First thing I noticed upon arrival in Wenatchee:

just how quiet it is here.  So very quiet.  I can’t tell what I like more.  It was such a comfort to sleep with the windows open, shirt off, traffic in my ear (although never quite as much as that.) But the silence.  That shit gave me the chills.  And then I drove thirty miles on an empty road listening to Coast to Coast. It reminded me of the nights of driving combine, smoking way too much, and getting spooky with Art Bell.

Chicago

2009/04/01

The Man for his time and place

The Man for his time and place

Going to try to catch a show at the Biograph. Maybe see some ghosts. Going to wreak all Chicago hate. The women here are beautiful. Champagne until I drown in post-recital joy. Pick a fight with Chicago native.  Eat less pizza. Find local beer.  This is ALL a bank Robbery.

My Day Dream

2009/03/26

Off and on I have a reoccurring day dream. Maybe it’s when I’m being a lazy fuck and watching shitty tv. Or when I’m on the internet reading people’s worthless posts (mine included). Anyway, it’s me, watching me. I walk into the frame of whatever I’m watching. I’m skulking around with a baseball bat. I sneak up behind whatever it is that I am hating so very much and just smashing. Today is no exception.

I’m working on this god damned website. I can’t find the right tools to pick one fucking color. And all I can think about is hate smashing this computer. And any computer person who tells me that reading CSS script is “easy”.

But then I watch this clip, walk away, and I’m just fine.

Music helps.

But seriously.

Computers WREAK ALL HATE.

Tom Jane is back. Ving Rhames stars as a car.

I’m stoked.

I just wanted to see what this feature did. Also, this picture is tits.

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Band Wagon

2009/03/18

Well.  I jumped on board. Maybe I can create a sound that powerful.  All I know is that I need to get something going. Something I can work on from time to time.  If only to keep in touch with you people that I don’t see or talk to.  Hopefully I will make this as unreadable as possible.