last night sat right outside the bar on lincoln. two and they closed it down, two and they kicked us out. had to call our friends and wake 'em up asking big favors because it was clearly impossible for us to walk the way back (all along the pebble path train tracks). earlier inside played pool with tony, older gentleman from hawaii now lives in the ( Read more... )

All day I think about it, then at night I say it:
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that.
And I intend to end up there.

took a trip ten days north, all through oregon and skinny-dipped lakes, tents in backyards and campsites and wine-stained nights so cold you could hear the rattle of our bones and when we woke up in the morning - some in cars, some embarrassed - we just drove and drove down that windy country road through the middle of nowhere ahsland oregon ( Read more... )

spent the past two nights at manny's, with records and records and ray charles bigscreen movie, living room jams, guitars and trombone bluegrass vocal harmony ugly brass blaring modest mouse heavy downbeat crashing sound, "she stole all my cocaine..." nonsense lyrics but the lyrics aren't even the point, the point is to play, the point is to PLAY, ( Read more... )

so here i am at it's a grind, up the street from the apartment, sitting outside with a newspaper, iced tea, and a smoke. next to me these two guys are talking about DNA, drawing little figures on a napkin, and using language and terminology i can't even follow. but DAMN they're into it. digging and digging, question after question, attempts to ( Read more... )

yesterday afternoon messy bedroom recording sessions with manny and his synth, spaghetti wires in piles on the floor littering the crowded carpet. we both felt beat and ready to die, the song inevitably stuck inside our heads, so instead we felt it best to pass the time reading aloud from Howl, manny droning guitar in the background. with a "one ( Read more... )

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The night we drove through Chicago we listened to Jason Mraz, a single song so perfect and exciting I asked to hear it twice. His words all flow and slip, and jump and skip, tripping and tumbling across each other and dancing out his mouth ( Read more... )

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