I leave early saturday morning (May 27th) at which point I disappear forever. And by forever I mean until 10:05 Sunday morning on August 13th when I arrive exhausted and bedraggled in the Birmingham airport. I expect a large and raucous welcoming committee with banners and confetti, a petting zoo and Radiohead to play a live welcome home concert ( Read more... )

It's usually bad when I come here. Usually means I have some impossibly large project due in less than 24 hours that I have procrastinated for several weeks (or in this case, months) and that I am completely overwhelmed to the point of blatantly self-destructive avoidance. So, hello again Livejournal, seems like not much has changed since high ( Read more... )

"She fled all this for a life in rock 'n' roll. She wanted to be a lead singer in a coke-snorting hard-rock band but was prepared to be content beating a tambourine at studio parties. Her mind was exceptional, a fact she preferred to ignore. All she desired was the brute electricity of that sound. To make the men who made it. To keep moving. ( Read more... )

I only have one thing to say about drum corps: My eyelids are burned.

MY FUCKING EYELIDS HAVE BEEN BURNED BY THE FUCKING SUN.

Yay drum corps!

"Pitchfork: I know you're interested in visions and dreams, and that you sometimes record other people's visions and dreams for your montage pieces. Do you remember many of your own ( Read more... )

Willow left today... a companion to me for over 4 years, my first company at college as I slept alone in the dorm. For a long time, Willow was a constant reminder of life and love... He had always been like a warm pulsing light in the back of my mind, a comfort, a friend. Thank you for being my companion, thank you for never wavering, thank you ( Read more... )

Bleeeeeeh, I love Carolina Crown ( Read more... )

"DEATH... It Happens Every Day ( Read more... )

Thursday night broke my heart, Friday set her ablaze, on Saturday she was born again, and Sunday now she blooms.

The past three days seem to last forever. And I almost hope they do.

Further in. Further up.

playing pianos filled with flames on empty rings around the sun, all sing to say my dream has come...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOZART!!!