So I am really drunk right now, but I swear this unusual, rare post does not cheapen the comment I left for you( you know who you are:), which was sincere, more sincere than I've allowed myself to be in a long time-(a lifetime?) But that was not the only sincere( now im thinking and the words are stymied--how I hate myself) remark I've made tonight ( Read more... )

The bats are dying. We are fucked.

I have "no marketable skills."

So I have one song fully fleshed out and recorded. It took way too long however. I have many songs I want to finish. I am tired of fucking around. I have enough songs for 2 or 3 albums at this point. I am not getting the work done I want. I have to contend with highway noise so I am limited to recording the more quiet things at night. Our roommate ( Read more... )

Ho hum. I feel devoid of all creative impulse. I fill the space with mindless television programs. I am not even reading.

Yay!

I wish I knew of a creative way to state how ordinary I am.

It is very difficult to have a relationship with my father. I just talked to him on the phone and it is obvious he doesn't care that the vineyard job I just quit for the summer has been killing my already inflammed hands. Music is not worthy pursuit. It doesn't matter to him that ninety percent of everyone who has heard my music believes I have ( Read more... )

I let a friend borrow 200 dollars. He has borrowed money before and always paid me back, but for some reason I feel that this will be the time I never see it again. Its a shame because I was going to use that money for a preamp.

Name ten albums that have been made in the last 10 years that are better than portishead's dummy.