"A federal appeals court ruled today that the president can indefinitely detain a U.S. citizen captured on U.S. soil in the absence of criminal charges, holding that such authority is vital to protect the nation from terrorist attacks ( Read more... )

Friday, August 26th = Party @ TJ's (my) House (1712 Forrest Ave. in east nashville) for my 23rd birthday and the good Lee Noble's 'going back to boston' farewell extravoganza. Dinner served at 7. pasta and such. then its all night madness including lots of guitars, beer, films and happy/sad crying.

long live the moog

I left Murfreesboro. Then Sam left Manhattan. We shacked up in an East Nashville duplex. 2 bedroom. $600/m. Not so bad. The band is getting lots of shows. And lots of new songs. And a few fans. We’re trying our damnedest to get on the bill for (Smog)’s show @ the basement on august 19th. I don’t know if Grimes (booker) is so hip to that, though. He ( Read more... )

Last night was jack fontaine’s 22nd. Steve and I had him over, wrote him a joint love letter and drank his birthday rum. I was all set writing him a little dirge on the epiphone when I was suddenly plum drunk and ready for bed. So it goes. Happy days, jacob roy fontaine. I hope you got home safe ( Read more... )

my band has a song online! and no, it doesn't sound anything like the influences we list on that page but its an older song. we'll have more up shortly. let me know what you think.
i think we're playing EatonFest this saturday in the boro. but i'm not positive.
I hope you're all well, punks.
tjr

last night the gal and i went out for a bit of a date. dined on grilled calamari and ravioli at Malatesta, fine little italian joint off washington street. then we walked to Tonic to see Chris Brokaw but ended up missing his act and only seeing The Naysayers (vapid, save for some superb lap steel) and Mad Scene (very pleasant ( Read more... )

my fingertips are caked in oil pastels ( Read more... )

young avariceglutton, the good lee noble, will make his way up on the nine train from canal street soon. and we'll eat cake and listen to hot hits on the stereo. perhaps we'll embark on a ridiculous arty exercise while he's down, like that script for a teen slasher short. who knows. maybe we'll do oil pastels like sam and i did the other night. fafa ( Read more... )

another summer waxes in the big city. like an inverted noir film, it feels open ended and blissful. its my one true aim to remain as hedonistic as possible until the commencement of my job (a month from now). and not purely in the epicurean sense. i'm talking booze and books here, folks. cheap vodka and essays on film theory; the best of both ( Read more... )