Show this Friday, June 3rd. 7:30 PM. 4 Dollars ( Read more... )

My turntable is broken.

I don't give a fuck about finals.

The next two weeks are going to leave me unfulfilled and kicking myself for not spending my last few days in New Paltz in a way I would have much rathered.

I'm going to make a grilled cheese sandwich.

I find myself listening to so much sad bastard music lately. I'll go for days listening to the same Neil Young, Elliott Smith or Leonard Cohen record and nothing else. It makes me feel strangely comfortable and warm. In combination with the mid-spring weather, in contrast to the April showers, I'm okay with these sorry saps whisking me into May ( Read more... )

Enough of this snow shit. I thought it was supposed to be spring ( Read more... )

Friday, March 18 ( Read more... )

I can't stop. My red runny nose is playing tricks on me. Shut the fuck up, dickdog.

I'm happier than I've ever been in my entire life, and that holds more truth in it than most things I speak of.

Amanda Burr is a fucking comedic genius.

Well, it's nearing 6:30 in the morning and I think this has been the most productive Thursday night/Friday morning that I've had in years. I roll into Huntington Station with April at around 11:30, say my goodbyes as she continued east to Northport and waited for Phil in the snowy tundra that Huntington has become. He picks me up, we get coffee and ( Read more... )

Fri. Feb 4th doors at 6:30 6$ at the Long Island Freespace in Ronkonkoma, NY ( Read more... )

Getting used to this new regiment - sleeping, eating, attending class, not drinking - has been slightly awkward for me. Thus far, I have been doing all more frequently than usual, but it has only been three days ( Read more... )