its all about the scream at 2:02
Friday, January 22, 2010
Ahhh..
Even though my musical tastes have widened and changed a bit. I still have a soft spot in my heart always for these bands. I guess they remind me of my youth and a time where i had nothing to care about except going to shows and working enough at Target to get gas to go to these shows. So heres to youth. By the way the first video is by a band called Palatka from Gainesville, Florida. I fucking loved this band when i was in High School and now most of those guys are some of my best friends. Its funny how things work out. Also the had a knack for playing really short sets. It would take them 15 mins. to set up and they would litterally only play for 5 to 7 mins. They were pretty intense. The second video is by a band called Shotmaker from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. It seemed like Shotmaker played in Michigan every weekend from '94 to '96, which is probably true. This is my favorite song by them. They were also my second or third show. Can't remember. It was 13 years ago.
its all about the scream at 2:02
its all about the scream at 2:02
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
when the flagship has sunk.
Improving.
Thats what im trying.
I feel its a ropes end and im scared.
It's important to me.
Don't think those thoughts.
I'm trying.
i'm trying.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Hungover with a chance of happiness.
I got some of the best news in the world today. It made me so happy even though im still hungover and its 6:14. I can't think about anything else. Well, that is not entirely true. I'm thinking alot of things all good. Life has taken a turn for the best. Everything changes today. I'm stoked and looking forward. Now, wheres my Happy Hat?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Seasick, yet still docked.
I sat at this diner in Wales and watched this old man drink his coffee and read his morning paper.
I was alone. I woke up earlier than everyone else that morning and decided to take a walk through Swansea, Wales. It was grey, and cold. Rain fell, but not enough to sabotage a walk through a foreign town. I past a church on the corner of the road we stayed on. It's date read 1256. I thought in my head, this makes America seem like a joke when it comes to the fact that, the world's youngest is it's supposed leader. I laughed at this and thought about all the people that go to Independence Hall and oooh and ahhh at just how old that place is. They've haven't seen old until they stand next to this church.
I wondered what happend at this church throughout time. Who got married here, what attrocitys had occured here in the name of religion, and just what did the landscape that surrounded this church look like then. These thoughts came through my head as i made my way toward the city center and the diner where i saw the old man.
I past shops old, new, independent, and chain. They were all busy. It was a Thursday at half 11 in the morning and everyone was spending money like it was the end of time. I kind of got excited by this. I wonder what that would be like to spend money without a care in the world. To buy what i want and not feel reprecussions. The only money i had was enough to buy a cup of coffee and some hashbrowns. I made it to the diner and took a seat by the window so i could people watch and study the behavior of consumers on the go. It was pretty fun trying to analyze who these people were based on what they bought. It helped pass the time before my food came. Ah, hashbrowns and toast. Again.
As i sat there eating I saw the old man. He was wearing a cardigan forest green in color and a suit jacket over it. He looked warm. He looked comfortable. He looked at home. As the servers would pass by they would all say hello to him or ask him by name, "Nigel, do you need anything more?" He would occasionally hold his coffee cup up to have someone fill it up but most of the time he just sat there and read his paper and smiled every so often as someone said his name. I thought about him and about his life. Had he been coming here since he was a young boy? Had he brought his wife here on their first date? All kinds of questions about this man ran though my mind. He seemed like this place was to be the highlight of his day and then after this its back home to watch the football match and maybe have a pint. But to him, it seemed like this place completed him. Made him who he was and for some reason that made me feel at ease. It made me feel that even though this man may or may not of had a hard life. He made it though and coming to this place was his reward and it let him know that he survived life. I wached him pay his tab get up really slow and start towards the door. All the employees yelled his name and waved. He turned and smiled and started up the road heading toward another night waiting for the morning so he can return.
I was alone. I woke up earlier than everyone else that morning and decided to take a walk through Swansea, Wales. It was grey, and cold. Rain fell, but not enough to sabotage a walk through a foreign town. I past a church on the corner of the road we stayed on. It's date read 1256. I thought in my head, this makes America seem like a joke when it comes to the fact that, the world's youngest is it's supposed leader. I laughed at this and thought about all the people that go to Independence Hall and oooh and ahhh at just how old that place is. They've haven't seen old until they stand next to this church.
I wondered what happend at this church throughout time. Who got married here, what attrocitys had occured here in the name of religion, and just what did the landscape that surrounded this church look like then. These thoughts came through my head as i made my way toward the city center and the diner where i saw the old man.
I past shops old, new, independent, and chain. They were all busy. It was a Thursday at half 11 in the morning and everyone was spending money like it was the end of time. I kind of got excited by this. I wonder what that would be like to spend money without a care in the world. To buy what i want and not feel reprecussions. The only money i had was enough to buy a cup of coffee and some hashbrowns. I made it to the diner and took a seat by the window so i could people watch and study the behavior of consumers on the go. It was pretty fun trying to analyze who these people were based on what they bought. It helped pass the time before my food came. Ah, hashbrowns and toast. Again.
As i sat there eating I saw the old man. He was wearing a cardigan forest green in color and a suit jacket over it. He looked warm. He looked comfortable. He looked at home. As the servers would pass by they would all say hello to him or ask him by name, "Nigel, do you need anything more?" He would occasionally hold his coffee cup up to have someone fill it up but most of the time he just sat there and read his paper and smiled every so often as someone said his name. I thought about him and about his life. Had he been coming here since he was a young boy? Had he brought his wife here on their first date? All kinds of questions about this man ran though my mind. He seemed like this place was to be the highlight of his day and then after this its back home to watch the football match and maybe have a pint. But to him, it seemed like this place completed him. Made him who he was and for some reason that made me feel at ease. It made me feel that even though this man may or may not of had a hard life. He made it though and coming to this place was his reward and it let him know that he survived life. I wached him pay his tab get up really slow and start towards the door. All the employees yelled his name and waved. He turned and smiled and started up the road heading toward another night waiting for the morning so he can return.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Stoner Witch
What is one to do? Soon to be jobless, soon to be a free loader on the governmental dime. Its a very strange thing for me to comprehend or to take. Ive never been laid off from a job ever. Its a very scary time in my life. What to do, what to do...
Now its time to make my next move. Well, only after i live on unemployment for a month to collect my thoughts.
No fast food jobs for this guy. Thats suicide.
This whole situation really makes me think about what i have been doing with the past few years of my life. Ive been a band for most of them and ive toured places and been places most people will never ever be in their lives. For that i am greatful but also i put off alot of what could have furthered my existence just so i could do what i love. Look where it has gotten me...jobless, broke, and seriously worried about my future. Im trying my best to look on the brightside of it all but its goddamn hard. Really hard.
Now its time to make my next move. Well, only after i live on unemployment for a month to collect my thoughts.
No fast food jobs for this guy. Thats suicide.
This whole situation really makes me think about what i have been doing with the past few years of my life. Ive been a band for most of them and ive toured places and been places most people will never ever be in their lives. For that i am greatful but also i put off alot of what could have furthered my existence just so i could do what i love. Look where it has gotten me...jobless, broke, and seriously worried about my future. Im trying my best to look on the brightside of it all but its goddamn hard. Really hard.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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