7.09.2009

do not collect two hundred dollars.

we need to submit all the documents to the authorities.
i twist and turn so crush my voice.
failing to inform me of it's ineffectiveness.
we do apologize, but it was in the fine print.
...surely.
never let me down again, i fear that the words are semi-transparent.

5.17.2008

i hate cynthia

listen, i am getting ready to go to Radiohead...i am excited but not near as excited as i would be if this was a smaller venue. big bands should do 2 dates in big cities so that they can play smaller venues. i skipped them last time around because of this venue. i figured i may as well conceed, it will only get worse.

it will be great when they are yesterdays news -like blue oyster cult or vanilla ice- and i can see them at scout bar.

when they played at verizon for ok computer, it was mind blowing.

we (mad, core and i) meet up with joel and lindsey for the event. having joel there will be cool... he can try and not gawk at girls and i will get to laugh at his failed glances.

tomorrow, i conceed again and buy cure tickets. this will be my first venture into the stupid toyota center.

5.09.2008

Drafts (1)

one two and... one two and... Sometime why.

i torched every piece of evidence that needed dog-eared in those years. in some form they can induce quiet, no no no
please don/t...
Not yet.
Filled streets make for more isolation

5.08.2008

walk tonight

tonight feels like years ago.
us together, side by side somehow. the way the alcohol slid down my throat, and the purity of noise. it takes most of what i have to hold the tears. i fail miserably.

do you miss the humidity?

4.15.2008

miles

i ignore my guild. it is really a shame that she is dusty. i play music all the time, i practically breath ash. but the other side of me is going neglected. sometime between the next two weeks i am going to get her tuned up and begin.

tomorrow burns and needs to be documented.


core and i went to see mars volta last night. they were amazing. a little to free-form jazz for my present taste. it was like mars volta song then jazz session then more jazz and a piece of a mars volta song. the sheer ability to go into a piece of music (like you were in practice) never done before in front of hundreds of people is mind boggling. that is was what i enjoyed the most about the show, being a musician (kind of) i know how difficult that is.

4.08.2008

moz says found, found, found

i loose stuff all the time.
i swear.

right now it is my wallet. i do this all the time but this i am retarded.
i found out last night. went in to buy a soda, i love fountain drinks. my wallet was not in the correct place.
i figured, 'crap what in the hell did i do with it now?'
i pull a reserve dollar out, in case i loose my wallet, right. the guys at the store let me have the drink,
'sweet i get to keep my emergency buck.'
core is so understanding (forgiving) each time i loose another item. she lent me a few bucks for taco bell. on the way home, i stop at the room to look there.
nothing.
'i knew it. this is great.'

list in my head:
not in my car.
not in the house.
not in the room.
not at guitar center.
not at the best 7-11 that always has sparks and sparks+.
not in any of the pants that are in my dirty clothes pile.



at least now i can blame it on the alcohol.

2.04.2008

where will she lie

something new because the old dies...

so, the other night was the proletariat/s last night.
she is no more.

as a band, we said goodbye to her on wednesday, January thirtieth two-thousand eight. it was more terrible than beautiful. as a person we said goodbye with a simple beer among my two dearest friends. i cannot help but think that an entire chapter has ended for both of us. her dark red color has almost the same effect on me as the blue light in ash/s practice room. it is like if i imagine one i see the next in the following moment. i couldn/t go on the last night. too painful.

on friday, we played at rudyards. we were a last minute ask (we were on our other rudyards show as well) by the guys from fired for walking. -i would link it but they weren/t that good. the sound at that place was magnificent as usual. as i play, it feels as if that stage was created for us. we pounded out every ounce that we had in us. corynn whispered in my ear afterwards that each of us were smiling...totally in love. the way it is suppose to be.

both nights we drew fairly large. maybe we are actually starting to form an audience.



on a side note: now i see me becoming an old fart sitting on his rusted chair on the front porch talking about and missing the places long torn down. i suppose that now it is starting to become reality.... it is not so bad after all.