you can never escape

i want to have some fun.

some drinks and playing/listening-to music.

it.s a beautiful day.

he is love.

elliott,
thank you for some great songs.
--b

i think i might start guitar lessons. i.m self-taught and it shows.

i can.t fucking sleep.

i realize i.ve just been bitching for what seems like forever now. sorry about that.

nirvana, pennyroyal tea @ mtv unplugged 1994
i know everyone has already seen this but you probably haven.t seen it in awhile.
to be honest, my favorite nirvana stuff is acoustic. which is weird because they aren.t seen in that light at all really.

my subject today is the name of the new album by empily haines and the soft skeleton. if i was stupid [more so] i would get it tattooed on my back.



oh, and i advise you watch this and fall in love with it..


tv on the radio has got it. i regret getting sick off of a robo trip and missing their set at siren fest [coney island] a few years back. i ended up sitting in my car concentrating on not throwing up. dammit. drugs have always fucked things up for me. even the stupid, little ones.

i love tv on the radio.

i.m almost done downloading ok calculator.

last night i realized i love, but am not in love with him.

I want to know things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends!

1) Your Middle Name:
2) Age:
3) Single or Taken:
4) Favorite Movie:
5) Favorite Song:
6) Favorite Band/Artist:
7) Dirty or Clean:
8) Tattoos and/or Piercings:

HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

1) Do we know each other outside of Live Journal?
2) What's your philosophy on life?
3) Would you have my back in a fight?
4) Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5) What is your favorite memory of us?
6) Would you give me a kidney?
7) Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8) Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9) Can we get together and make a cake?
10) Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11) Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12) Do you think I'm a good person?
13) Would you drive across country with me?
14) Do you think I'm attractive?
15) If you could change anything about me, would you?
16) What do you wear to sleep?
17) Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18) Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
19) If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20) Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

if you don.t have anything nice to say, don.t say anything at all.
i think i took that phrase far too literally as a child.
i didn.t talk, unless i thought i had something interesting to say.
and while already working with a deflated sense of self-worth, i ended believing i never had anything interesting to say.

at every occasion, i.m ready for the funeral.
i.ve had a lot of people die on me. and that is a selfish way to put it, but it feels that way since the first time i was told someone had passed away.
no fucking fair.
even as a kid, my mom brought me to funerals so i would be used to the shock that comes naturally with going through those sorts of motions and experiences. and it wasn.t random people she didn.t know, because that would have been really fucking strange. she ran a senior center. there aren.t that many professions that rival the death rate my mom saw weekly.

i.ve kept sober. i still find it incredible that everywhere i go, i smell dope. it smells "like an oatmeal bath".

my heart beats like crazy, every time.




in music news, regina spektor is playing toads again on the 20th. opening is the guy who was the guitarist for the moldy peaches. i.m excited.

i wrote four new songs.

two with language.

and another two sketches with music/reality.




http://www.purevolume.com/quarantinedpast

I was wielding my axe
Drank whiskey at the bar
Every night coming home
Out the windshield of my car
I would look through my boughs
And think I saw my lucky star

I was spreading my sheets
Took dinner all alone
Every night of the week
Awaiting for the phone
And I'd dab off my tears
With my favourite pinecone

Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen

I would tend to my bees
Sell honey on the road
Every fall in the wet
Watching lorries take their load
And I'd get all my winnings
Ask for special sap in code

In August for three weeks
I'm back in the village where I clip
All sorts of brambles and thorns
From up the hill I pip
In a little clay cup
I cross myself and sip

I was casting my line
Angling way the day
The stream was swift it was clear
But the light was getting grey
I bent down by the thistle
And thought of what it was I'd say

Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen



ACOUSTIC VERSION.. get it. then move to the ep recording. trust me.

recognize there is a god in heaven and a devil in hell.

that.s why my brain wasn.t damaged.

and that.s why it can be damaged.

50/50.

good and evil.

but then there is grey. malicious intent?

all my memories are in grey. hell, i live in a grey house. i have a home. it keeps me protected. it is here i protect my memories by designating them music and words.

ever get the feeling no one understands you? yeah, so does the rest of the world.

i was rudely awoken this morning [not by the pigeons.. i love blur] by someone with a great sound system playing bad music. i think it was dave matthews band. they.ve never appealed to me. i think their fans are a cult, the type that re_uire [hey i just found out my q key no longer works. awesome. especially since the name of my band [which is far from a band.. more like betsy bissell and her guitar and some words slapped together is quarantined past.. the q is needed. obviously.]

fuck. my exclamation point is on the fritz too.

i no longer remember the ways in which i was about to describe le dave matthews band. damn.

when i drive along the coast i.m inundated with the smells. from morningside to west haven, that is one of my favorite drives. sewage and boiled eggs [you see, that is the tide], then the mexican joint with their spices more salt water till the fried dough and motorcycle exhaust.

if you go further you.ll hit new haven and the sights and sound intensify. it has something to do with the lack of water.

i had to go to a 4 hour driving class because i.ve gotten 3 or more driving tickets within 2 years.
one. speeding ticket in 2004, coming back from the modest mouse/wolf parade show with megan
two. parking ticket in new york city with brendan, teague, and darren
three. not stopping completely at a stop sign [during one of my favorite milford-west haven coast drives] earlier this month

it was boring and all the handouts we were made to seem would be handed in were just thrown out at the end of class.

i.ve pretty much stopped smoking. i.ll tell you why someday. it.s not that important.

kimya dawson had a baby girl. she is a cutie. her dad is a french musician.

i missed ted leo in bridgeport tonight. i am a dumb ass.

i just got the newest kimya dawson album. i.m only at track two and already i.ve had my heart strings played with. there is this song called "my mom".

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