This Needs a Facelift

One day, I'll be more ambitious with all of this, achieving levels of obscure yet sophisticated fonts and unthinkable layouts....

but for now, this...




Apparently Doom has a new album coming out in November.

Yep.

07Oct09

The fractions of time just punctuated my clarity.
...that graduate school is the only way to go.

So...I'll be leaving in December.

My brain is dying to just breathe. The air just became too stuffy with absence.

Fuck. Finally. I can't wait to get there.


is it january yet?

Your Words Mean Shit

Another installment of amazing lyrics, not to mention that the song (as well as the whole album) has been playing non-stop everywhere I go (I manage by taking my ipod everywhere).

Florence and the Machine : "Blinding"

"Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realise that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards
Someones slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuit board

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards
Someones slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuit board
Some one's slipping through the hidden door."

22Aug09

I've completely lost faith in humanity today.


Might be different tomorrow.

But right now they're all the same.

11Aug09

So I made it. And now I have what feels like an infant on the lower part of my right leg. The pain hasn't been bad at all, so I'm saving those pills for a rainy day.

And thanks to my amazing friend who works at a music store in Best Buy, I have a new loop pedal. It is the RC-2 and I'm officially going to start playing with it tonight. Too bad the thieves stole my camera or else I'd have footage.

What else...Oh, I've decided to stay in Austin. Many of you may not have known, but I was determined to go to grad school. And after looking at many schools on the east/west coast, I found an amazing program in San Antonio.

But, fate has changed my path and my accurate eye for signals has concluded that it would be a bad move for me. I have an amazing house in downtown Austin, amazing friends/family that I've started re-connecting with again (since I left for my undergrad), a great job that affords me more than I wish, an amazing roommate that makes sure we're never overcharged on our utilities and now, a musically-driven purpose to attend Media Tech Institute this September. If the money situation works out, a year from now I will be Pro Tools certified and know the ins/outs of the audio/music industry. I visited their campus before my surgery and was blown away. Between what I would be learning (everything from how to make studio tools to music business) and where I would be learning this (the old Arlen Studios that Willie Nelson owned), and a huge sign that was staring right at me at the end of my tour (it was for a job that I've actually said to myself, "working there would be my ideal job"), I just feel it so much more than moving to San Antonio.

I achieved what I wanted to achieve, so now it's time to move forward. Think of it as Brad Pitts character in "Fight Club" where he's sitting in the tub talking about achieving what his father wanted him to achieve, but with a more positive spin and not so much violence....and it's for myself, which I value more.

Although I know my dad would still be proud. Poor Tyler Durden and his dissenting father.

I've decided to purchase a new pedal. It's going to be a substantial purchase for me, so I have actually gotten it yet, but fate will finally have its way with me and I will break down and buy one. At this point, I just have to.



I'll be undergoing surgery in a couple of weeks. There, there, there...don't you cry, I will be fine. After all, it's just ankle surgery. But my uphill battle/climb of literally walking what may seem like uphill can only be achieved on my own.



But I will most definitely receive the lovely sympathy you may want to give. And I'll receive it in the forms of rides to wherever I may want to go or booze to ease the misery of being on crutches for two months (I know you feel sorry for me now).



But just in case anything bad were to happen, vanessa..take my guitar. Everything else can be dispersed at one's convenience.



Kidding.



But really, one can only sprain their ankle for attention for so long. After a while, and with some years behind your age, it will eventually break you. Or your tendons/ligaments. I will be completely out of commission for two weeks, meaning I will spend countless hours of being passed out with pain meds to relieve the boredom, and then I will be in a cast for two months.



Fuck.



But the silver lining is that I'm going to fulfill my dream of buying a pedal for my guitar. And I need to hurry because I'm starting to see them everywhere.



I just heard The Dead Weather on kexp.org today and completely noticed the looping of Jack White's bluesy guitar strums. Everyone's doing it (Logic +You Tube = Saturation). But I've definitely got a few tricks up my that I'm certainly not telling you.

And at least it isn't autotune.

So if you're in my area, and you have some free time/beers on hand, come visit me. Please. Or else I'll throw myself out of my one-story window out of boredom.

On another note...I had a conversation this weekend with three highly intellectual individuals who, mind you are enormous Beatles fans, but who clearly stated their unwavering dislike for Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin. Wait, two of them were actually respectful of the legends, one of which greatly appreciated Led Zeppelin and Hendrix, but the third clearly stated how he was just tired of hearing the same thing. As in, everyone loves them so everyone already knows. Also that their music just sounded the same. AND he stated this for Stevie Ray Vaughn as well!

I'm still appalled. He's a musician himself, so I think he understands the talent that is needed behind the massive shadow all three of them casted, but really?! He stated that someone was bound to eventually reach those levels of greatness, but should we really discount musicians for being great? If too many people like you then you're not enough? How does that make sense?

Oh and he's a big Lady Gaga fan.

Enough said right there.

He proabably doesn't like jazz either.

(I know I'll be hearing about this later....but it's cool...bring it, Michael.)

18july09

humid air stuck to my skin like how my feet stuck to your floor.
the brooms in my brain swept my room for you,
yet you cleaned yourself thin.

now your fresh hair and a brand new pair of shorts i've never seen before
buried your skin while my skin just buried you within.

my glasses just gleamed
with salty smudges i couldn't wipe clean
as i ride this northerly beam
of winds away.

fear is just an illusion of what is real.