I cleaned sly's cage and then I cleaned my cage.
A good workspace is important.
"You're no good to anybody without your health."

Keep Your Body In The Work.

Everything will be okay, I promise.

The ship's deck was slippery wet ( Read more... )

The show last night was goodish. I always feel like I'm trying to keep up when we're on stage. It's like my hands and my brain are no longer connected...or as if there's some lag time. I need to find some way to deal with stage fright. Maybe I'll start getting really drunk before shows or something; this can't keep happening ( Read more... )

I bought a little red notebook yesterday for eighty-nine cents. I'm very happy with the purchase ( Read more... )

I went to see the Hold Steady and The Drive-By Truckers today. It was a pretty punishing show...although, it probably wasn't worth the 60 bucks. It was Dan's birthday present though, so whatever. He had a good time ( Read more... )

Not much going on musically. Listening to different stuff. Getting new ideas, I guess.
I did some writing late at night this week, and on the subway yesterday.
I've been reading a lot of Rainer Maria Rilke.
I think my difficulty is that I think too much about thinking too much. If that makes sense.

H2Ocalypse?

Be Well.

So, I've decided to follow Pajo's example and convert my blog into a chronicling of my work on this album I'm supposedly making. I hadn't really realized I was making one until I started thinking about my songs as having relationships with one another, a kind of order I didn't intentionally impose, but exists nonetheless ( Read more... )

My in-between state is a country without borders ( Read more... )

bed unmade,
shower running loudly,
water moaning about its wetness.
your body, unashamed, inhibitions thrown to the soon-to-be-autumn wind.
crumbling brownies,
choosing the right paint colour,
choosing the right anything.
Happiness without you.

I am a photograph that will never be taken.

Christ came to me in a dream once ( Read more... )