( Tuesday, April 13, 2004 12:47 a.m. )
Ah shit we are all teetering on the threshold of our own uncertain futures. Ok at least for non-humans people like me, with no father-mother scholarship to send me to London, America, or outerspace. Ok so Law? Ok so Arts and Social Sciences? I would like to set up another Wake Me Up, maybe call it Put to Sleep, or something. Yeah and can set up a studio and sell cool records but without all the lame pretension of the WMUM kids. I noticed I have stopped writing in circles.
JC life and growing old has really gotten not just to me, but everyone else around me. It used to be that the music was my piece of driftwood in the tempest, but even now that is slipping away from me. But then sometimes when you hear a really great song, or when the band come up with something new, everything seems to radiate that little bit more brightly.
Anyway here is a little point to ponder: is being mature realising that life is a fucking mess, and that we should attempt to rectify said fucking mess, or is being mature just coming to the rather logical conclusion that we are all fucked anyway you look at it. A Jay Gatsby is no different from a Stephen Blackpool.
Wah my CDs are all over the place. Ok people who me the following please return soon: Neutral Milk Hotel, Elliot Smith - Figure 8, Siamese Dream, Adore, Everything Must Go, Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone, Unicorns, probably a lot more that I forgot.
audio: the Walkmen - Rue the Day (on your left, Ladies and Gentleman, we have a fine specimen of a Fucking Great Song)
( Tuesday, March 9, 2004 12:09 a.m. )
No woeful tirades lamenting the sorry state of depression, anxiety, lethargy, etc. that is the permenant state of adolescence. Please pack your sorry ass home because you're not the first person in the history of mankind to feel like the least important person in the history of mankind.
Anyway humourous lesson learnt from today's civics period:
1. Admit when you skip lectures,
2. Prefferaly use a blue slip.
3. Dont go and watch movies unless you have a blue slip
4. Don't have extra-marital affairs
Yes...most informative.
audio: the Decemberists - A Cautionary Song
( Sunday, February 29, 2004 02:26 a.m. )
More Unicorns here.
( Sunday, February 29, 2004 01:58 a.m. )
Ok so this is a New Entry. What could spur me after more than a month to defeat inertia and finally step out of torpidity to post a New Entry?
Earth shaking, planet de-orbiting, underwear soiling. Yes it has to be all of those things and more. None other than the all time masters of ass-owning the (insert expletive of choice) UNICORNZZZZZZZ.
Its like if I was alive in the 60s and heard the Beatles for the first time (sans the smell of corduroy). Yes this is the shit. The genius of two pink-afro-wearing, cross-dressing, casio-collecting geeks. They even hate each other!
Ok I'm sorry if I pontificate. But there were flowers springing from my orifices listening to this on the way home.
audio: "Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone", the Unicorns, Alien8 Recordings
