Radiohead.
The Hives.
Guitars that sound like keyboards.

I feel a lot less like giving up on music than I did a few days ago.

Colin Greenwood's a fucking badass.

I am liking this new young maths tune.

Late night walks in the Wal-Marts of this country are oddly comforting. Jacksonville, Greenville, Brownsville, Ardmore. Say what you will about this evil conglomerate sales empire; they know how to make a guy feel like he's home ( Read more... )

Rob: pray for buki

Jenny: i will. you'll be okay.

Rob: you better not actually pray

Jenny: haha

Jenny: i don't pray

Rob: or else god will realize he left one of his angels on earth

Rob: and come looking for me

Jenny: HAHAHAHA

Jenny: SHUT UP

I get really depressed. Again.

I saw Bart Simpson's dick.

By this time next week I will be living in the Nolana Apartments. Closer to work, farther from school. And cable! I'm going to see the Simpsons Movie tonight. Good times.

I am all about long songs that aren't about anything and have very few lyrics. Mind you, I'm not becoming a fan of the Child Forgives And Creates, but I am enjoying Battles and Islands very much. Two very good bands ( Read more... )

Well, here we are. I am about to go back to school, much like the Rodney Dangerfield movie. Okay, let me correct that: I have the INTENT to enroll for classes this fall. The only things standing in my way are filling out a FAFSA, retrieving my transcripts from UT and UTB, and actually making it happen.

In a strange turn of events, we ended up with a 5th passenger on the road to our show in Laredo. A guy who was in the Valley for a Chik-Fil-A grand opening had no ride back home, and it ended up working out perfect, because our gas up there was paid for, and then some, thanks to the fine folks at Chik-Fil-A ( Read more... )