finishing recording for the upcoming Farewell Typewriter album right now. sitting in a hotel room which for some reason has several empty 2 liter apple juice containers in the dresser. Also, the bathroom door is crap. We might be trapped in the shitter in the case of a fire. I'm scurred ( Read more... )

you'd think doing well with everything would make a person happy. alas, it's not true - still emotionally all over the place, especially post-Christmas for some reason (maybe I'm just upset that vacation isn't forever)(pfft lies).

That said, outside of what is my continually tumultuous testament to the ubiquitous irrational human experience that we ( Read more... )

bertrand russell is reading "Why I Am Not A Christian" in the background. Christmas lights are the only sources of light in the room besides my laptop - the multi-colored bulbs strung around the room that remind me of the circus, and the tree in the corner is emanating purple and white. Brian calls it a "droid" color scheme ( Read more... )

I forgot to mention I finally saw Sleepytime Gorilla Museum at The Independent. I have never seen a show so intense....and the term "surgically accurate" comes to mind. Seriously something to see before you die. And now to bed.

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I totally ditched out on what was probably a rad concert at Coda in the city in favor of monty python, beer and taco bell.

I don't regret my decision.

played in Yosemite again, and what began as an embarrassing, horrific experience with me shaking and wanting to crawl in a hole, ended with all of us having a great time together, and hanging out with a bunch of new people...and everyone getting really, really trashed. I remember going to the bathroom at some point, and finding Steve, Audie and ( Read more... )

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saw Jake play his ukelele at Davies Symphony Hall tonight. He's an incredible musician. If you don't know who he is, go check him out. I have some things I can critique sure, but there were some truly brilliant moments that got to me like few things do. Brilliant playing, yes, but also some brilliant writing and arranging. And sincerely emphatic ( Read more... )

I'm tired of you. I have had enough of drinking you. This is not about getting drunk, it's not even about hangovers. And I love you, don't get me wrong, your history, the semantic and linguistic facets of your existence blow my mind, the ways in which you are made never do less than fascinate, the tradition, the breaks in tradition, and the ( Read more... )