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[03 Oct 2009|01:17am] |
“So what the hell are we doing?” I asked.
“Going to Florida?” He responded not taking his eyes off the TV.
Rephrasing the question I asked again, “Why are we going to Florida, How are we getting to Florida?”
Still not even blinking or removing his gaze, from the lights and colors swirling around in front of him and continuing to hit button combination's that I am sure only he knew he responded matter-of-factly “Jackie’s going and we are invited along.”
“Is Whitney going?” I asked hopefully.
“No, she couldn’t get the time off and you wouldn’t work for her.”
“ohhh….Never getting in her pants now.”
“Yep, you fucked up.”
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[11 Jul 2009|02:00am] |
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Falling asleep last night, having just watched Death to Smoochy with Sarah and Gene, I started thinking about this idea I had….Ages ago. About a screen play I had thought about writing. Mind you I was 16 at the time. I would have had no idea what I was doing. Not that I do now, but anyway. It started with someone (me, duh) waking up as the credits roll, getting ready for the day, showering, and brushing their teeth etc. Grabbing a skateboard having a shot from behind of this person running out the front door for something (school we’ll assume). Making it out the front door and immediately being shot dead. Next scene same person wakes up screaming in bed, covered in sweat wondering what just happened. Suffering from Night Terrors or something along those lines. It obviously never went anywhere but the ideas been in my head for something like 10 years. For some reason Death to Smoochy set it off, and I have no idea why.
Anyway, as I was falling asleep, I was thinking about Nicks apartment (her ex has this cool apartment on 13th and Belmont that is all sketchy and Victorian and weird) and how it would be neat to stage some sort of short story there, and the two ideas warped into one idea about a guy being left by a girl (for whatever reason, I didn’t think too hard about that part) and having this dream, then shaking it off. Going about the rest of his day, this time on his way to work somewhere in a Downtown setting. Riding the bus and getting into an accident. Then everything spirals from there. We’ll see if it happens or if I leave it the way it is.
Well that is the idea, this one is done, even though it has nothing to do with anything else I am doing, writing is writing. Hopefully it’s a good omen and more things will get finished.
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[11 Jul 2009|01:53am] |
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I don't know if you know this, but I pretty much gave up on Livejournal. No one uses it anymore and I find myself checking it less and less. I'm really sick of the people I don't know on here posting seventy paragraph posts, and having to crawl through that shit to find someone I do know.
so basically I am using this as a back up to the blog on the Planes site.
so, if you abandoned this like all good twenty somethings have, add me over there:
www.planesmusic.com / weaeroplanes.blogspot.com
Anyway here's what I have been talking about over there:
So I wrote up this thing the other day about how The Cancer Years was playing a show and how we had some new members and what not, but then I forgot to post it. I left it alone on my work computer and I went off to the wonderful world of Woodburn for a wedding. Well it's technically old news now and old news is no news thanks to Michael Jackson. So I will post it just because, here it is:
I have been writing like no other, pouring over journals and notes and little scraps of paper. I’m trying to write my Moby Dick. There is no great whale though. Or there is, depends on how you look at it. Though, there really wasn’t one in Moby Dick either if you really think about it, but I digress. Erick seems to think the books a great idea, though he thinks I should shorten it into a Novella. I am on the fence about that as I don’t really want to cut out the bulk of it which is Nashville. I could do it without Nashville and make that separate but it all has to go together for it to make any lick o’ sense. I don’t know. While all of that simmers (and I keep writing.) I have been writing some short story companions. I have been trying my hand at different writing styles. So far receptions been warm to everything, the only person who hasn’t liked it has been Sarah, but I think she’s biased. So yeah things are going as well as they can. I would imagine.
The Cancer Years got two new band members, Jesse on keys/bass and Sarah on keys/violin/glockenspiel. Were also playing a bunch of shows soon, one this weekend, right after the wedding. So that is something. The Venetian School is taking part in a remix contest put on by Sage Francis’s record label Strange Famous Records. I'm trying to see if any of the original members of the band want to get in on it with me, two heads are better than one. Asking Gene and maybe Sarah, wish I could ask Sam but it seems he has washed his hands of the project. So, we’ll see how that will go. I am actually trying to use Logic as more than just a recording suite on this, so it’s a learning process.
Crystals wedding is this weekend, and I have another two hours of work then I am off for five days. So I will spend my time writing guitar parts for The Cancer years, writing in the book, and trying my hand at remixing.
So….There we go.
WELL, we are now a week later. Played the show, It went…ok. Dudes from the Beautiful Mistake really liked it which is nice as they are like “kinds of famous.” We are playing another show in like eight days. We need to practice. We tried to play a song none of us knew and it sounded like a mess, or what Butt Trumpet sounded like from what I remember. Still writing still trying to pull ideas, ideas are the easy part execution is another. Planes had the same problem, I was all ideas no follow through. So I am trying to make sure everything I want to do end up happening. It seems I keep getting stuck though. This whole thing that I am trying to do is no easy task, but hell of Kerouac can do it so can I right? What did he have that I don’t?
The roommates are in Belize and I pretty much have the house to myself which is nice and quiet. Hopefully that means I can get a whole bunch done. I am fighting to not spend the whole time Killing 12 year olds in CoD Death match. I might force myself to finish at least one of the short stories first. Or at least write another thousand words in one, after that I could play.
I often find myself thinking about who designed the Microsoft Word Dictionary. Who had the job to go in and make sure that every word in the English language is in it and spelled correctly? I want to speak to this person … or people.
Oh and the remix was a complete waste of time. Why did Sage have to pick the song that’s like 300bpm. Seriously.
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[30 Jun 2009|10:51pm] |
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I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
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[26 Jun 2009|01:49am] |
I have been writing a lot. A lot a lot. 200,000 words. in the past week. The most I have ever written. When I started typing in here this white space looked a lot smaller. I keep saying a lot. Talking to Jah-mew about CLD and listening to Her Space Holiday. Writing is going well, other things not so well. But it is the way of it.
Ok nevermind I was going to type something But I changed my mind.
Someone on here thinks I am mad at them, but Im not. My brain dosen't function the way yours does during this. so your not speaking to me, is in my head an attack on me. So I don't handle situations well.
what can you do.
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[29 Mar 2009|09:46pm] |
I never use this anymore.
Sorry internet I just don't care.
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[28 Jan 2009|02:32am] |
- The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil; -- Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.
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[26 Jan 2009|01:12am] |
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Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically -- to those who hardly think about us in return
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[01 Jan 2009|04:50am] |
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This probably tops the new years I spent in a hotel room with Jesse on the other side of the country.
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[01 Nov 2008|11:10pm] |
Halloween is serious business.
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[10 Sep 2008|09:53pm] |
It is right now as I write this 9:56 AM I have officially been sitting here for 5 hours.
so when I pulled up to this....Crenshaw of Nashville I noticed "hey im the only white guy" It wasn't a good start. I knew that if I didn't make 20 dollars by the time I went home I wouldn't have much of a car. So after standing by myself in the freezing cold for an hour I start to notice some of the conversations. Two men were talking and it went a bit like this
"You know that bitch ____"
"yeah?"
"she has AIDS"
"I think I got wit 'er not too long ago"
Later I found out they were engrossed in a conversation about prostitutes. After sitting outside in the cold mainly so I could watch my car I start hearing them talk about the "white, All-American boy they should kill" At this point I am almost ready to say fuck this, let Juan fuck up my car.
but I stick it out not talking to anyone not daring to move for fear of some disease I might catch, again peole are talking about killing the white boy. The one glimmer of hope I have Is seeing you and what you said last night.
That my dear is the only think keeping me going. I know as soon as I stepped out of my car that this was no place for a computer nerd to be.
The 30 or so people who were here this morning have all been dispatched, I am the only one left. I keep thinking riding around on the back of a garbage truck for 10 hours and making 50 dollars is NOT CUT OUT FOR ME.
BUT
then I think of you and I wait and wait and wait on the plus side I did have an engaging conversation with a man who looked a HELL of a lot like O.D.B about computers/High School/Malt liquor
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[02 Aug 2008|03:22pm] |
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Everything is gonna be just awful when were around.
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[31 Jul 2008|11:33pm] |
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Where is love now?
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[29 Jul 2008|01:10am] |
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[03 Mar 2008|11:19am] |
well...I thought I had testicular cancer for the past few weeks. Went in and got checked out and I don't.
That was the worst feeling in the world.
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[12 Feb 2008|01:24pm] |
I am so bored. Nashville sucks.
I haven't left this couch in two days.
atleast I have music.
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[07 Dec 2007|01:20am] |
when i do buy a guitar, I want one of these three...or a jaguar...again. they are all roughly the same price.
I dunno which one though!
EDIT: Jag for reference
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