the word
november 2011
one way street
make sure any interaction between your good self and your stupid self is unilateral.
october 2011
high flying birds
go listen to noel gallagher's high flying birds. it's good for your ears and your soul.
august 2011
hurts like heaven
i wish i wrote this song.
damn. what a mistake.
august 2011
...your tired, your weak, your well connected...
august 2011
amore
i want to try to capture this...
...musically.
lsd notwithstanding i don't know if turning visual beauty into sonic beauty is all that easy. but god damn it, i'll keep trying
june 2011
bernie
you should watch this.
april 2011
motivation
sometimes the will for motivation is self fulfilling. if you lack motivation to do something just sit in a dark room and think as intensely as you can about how much you wish you were motivated. pretty soon you will be inspired, energized, propelled, aroused... motivated.
it works.
what a beautiful thing.
april 2011
i'm the president!
'you want some popcorn? okay, i'll be right ba--'
abraham lincoln
'(inaudible)'
chester arthur
'garfield: a name that will forever be synonymous with dignity
and the best of the american spirit.'
james garfield
'coolidge. 'nuf said.'
calvin coolidge
"it's pronounced hoofér."
herbert hoover
'i'm franklin roosevelt and my wheel is jammed!'
franklin roosevelt
'jappy jappy bomb bomb!! truuuuumaaaannnn!!!'
harry truman
'don't shoot me i'm kennedy.'
john f. kennedy
'fuck humanity i'm richard nixon.'
richard nixon
'...blah blah blah carter blah blah blah peanuts...'
jimmy carter
'i'm ronald reagan?'
ronald reagan
'i'm george bush and my forgettably mediocre performance as
president will prove to be the most embarrassing thing my family
will ever have to endure.'
george bush
'(audible)'
george w. bush
april 2011
st. keymon acloumb
over a dark midnight rain
under the crystal caramel clouds
the soldiers of the never-ending battle
are wearing flaming ice block crowns
the mayor's blind with envy
the preacher's deaf to the cries
the old man from the corner
he feigns a dull surprise
a quote from samuel clemens
explodes in robert zimmerman's ears
they talk to one another for hours
it's sure to bring you to tears
and finally the women are honored
in a overdue parade
the grand marshall waves his wand about
led by a noble cavalcade
desperation disguised as ambition
altruism cloaked in greed
for every successful hero in the news
there's an unsung derelict in need
and for every heart-shaped bathtub
and every flower stand
there's a lonely soul in the darkness
with nothing in his hands
you may ask where the hell is heaven?
and what on earth is this alien town?
but don't forget to keep your head screwed on
or else it's rolling on the ground
and the entropy of ideas
the solemnity of pure desire
recede into the deep unconscious
never to climb any higher
so emancipate you ego
and let your fantasies roam
you've never seen this place before
but don't it feel like home?
april 2011
words of truth
my friend corinna told me this one time:
came to the realization not too long ago that there's a lot of life out there, but you have to go out and experience it. staying indoors with a controller in hand or watching the telly isn't going to get anyone anywhere. you have to be with the people to understand the people. some are jerks, some aren't, but everyone and every place has got an interesting story to tell if you're willing to listen, see, and feel it. and that's what I want to do. i want to listen. i want to experience the things that people tell me about for myself, first hand. i want to spend my limited time on this planet in a worthwhile fashion. logging 80 hours and unlocking all of the secret levels to a game isn't going to be anything useful to me, but logging 80 hours of guitar time will allow me to make some noise and will be a skill that will last me through any power outage.
a witty quote of a few words has its place but an entire paragraph of relentlessly on point realism leaves me punch drunk with the heavy-handed blow of truth. intellectually delicious, that.
april 2011
flaming lips
did i mention i like the flaming lips? check out some videos of their live performances. it will be good for your soul.
february 2011
my fantasy superbowl
i arrive at a friend's house, having stopped by because its sunday and, well, that's a good day to drop in on people.
my friend reminds me that the nfl championship game is today. we decide to watch it.
the pregame programming comes on. terry bradshaw and howie long maintain a death grip on perspective as they explain some relevant strategic points about the contest while periodically shrugging, '..but with that in mind who gives a shit. none of this matters at all, right?'
the first half of the game is exciting and tense. drew brees and peyton manning are on top of their game. somebody makes one of those diving one-handed, toes barely in the endzone catches that i love.
halftime! keith moon, john entwistle, and roger daultry's voice rise from the dead and the who bang out a kickass rendition of the entire 'who's next' album track by track.
as advertising is illegal there are few breaks in the telecast. between plays the camera usually swings over to each teams' squad of magicians and stunt artists, who create brilliant barnam and baileyesque spectacles for the amusement of the fans. many of these performers are retrained cheerleaders from last year's season who get to, for the first time in their lives, feel what it's like to get attention from males for something other than their tits.
what breaks do still occur consist of short thirty or sixty second pieces written and performed by up-and-coming sketch comedy groups around the country (so much better than some quasi-amusing budweiser ad, isn't it?)
the saints win the game by a single point on a 102 yard kickoff return in overtime. in a post-game interview sean peyton starts to talk about how much the city of new orleans needed this win but then realizes that football does not and should not have any tangible effect on peoples' lives so he doesn't say that. he ends up saying it was a lot of fun to coach in a super bowl. everyone agrees it was fun to watch, as well.
we turn off the game, talk about the good plays for five minutes or so, and then go get thai food.
perfect superbowl sunday.
january 2011
mlk
today is mlk day. did anyone remember? i'm not sure why we get days like this off. we memorialize the selfless, tireless work of a man by not working. the man gave his life for his cause so we turn his birthday (well, the following monday) into a tool to be strategically utilized in our next collective bargaining agreement.
'i woke up monday morning thinking i had to go to work, but then i remembered! it was a holiday! thank god almighty! free at last!'
january 2011
amazing!
apparently everybody is amazed by everything.
january 2011
ephemeral november